I can think of nothing else
I must escape the urban drone
A place exists,
I call my own
A sanctuary,
Here I can be alone
To freely fantasize and muse
To feel the sunlight caress my skin
Reminisce where your lips have been
Your delicate kiss, surveying fingers
Explore each curve,
Upon my thighs, there lingers
The pulsation of your touch
Shimmers in my eyes
When you pull me to you
My sighs
At the demise.
2011 © LH
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