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Monday, October 18, 2010

SUPERIMPOSITION

 when I move, I feel................................you

when I inhale, I breathe the heated
fluid essence of.......................you

you left rippling echoes on my skin

when I turn I feel your shadow
and see it's delicious form!

your intoxicating smile haunts me

jogging my memory, taking me

instantly to that place
when time slowed, then stopped

your smooth supple skin sliding
on mine as our lips devoured..........

you're a white tiger, a she devil !

you left a haunting superimposition
of your being on mine!

thank you, for the ever present, memories

I will savor over and over again

until..................next time

                     

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