naked, clothed with fear
i felt flung into the unknown
cushioned by the familiar
eyes wide open
heart extended
pelvic thrusting
ruminating on the love
lost in time
it begins again
yellow and green and gold
warm and inviting
marching to the drumbeat of desire
acoustic dwellings
the truth must now be told
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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