| Poetry: Lust: Aerodrome (1/1) |
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Aerodrome “...across feminine land indulging its easy limbs In miles of softness...” Stephen Spender Hover in the void between breath and await a touch floating the gentle curve of anticipation a whisper of flesh trembles rises an arc of almost – almost to fingertips. Voice, a sound lighter than air an ascending “Please” of her fragrance in open sky and soar the surge of need a breeze – zephyr shed embracing in ardent motion to crest in the wind then descend through calming gusts and humid sighs of afterglow. |
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