the bath towel

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    the bath towel on your head
    a few drops shine
    you stand next to the bed
    in the fainting light
    you eye
    the mountain on the table
    of cold meats
    tomatoes
    juicy fruit
    cream
    bottles waiting for their turn
    and you ask
    are we besieged

    yes
    hide under my
    friday night tent
    roll in like a toy train
    maneuver around the
    station
    but ooh slowly
    you're leaking fuel
    around the intramural fires

 

 

wh
2006-11-26
 

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WickedEveWickedEveover 17 years ago
just one simple comment

These lines are extremely erotic and really well written:

bottles waiting for their turn

and you ask

are we besieged

yes

hide under my

friday night tent

roll in like a toy train

maneuver around the

station

but ooh slowly

you're leaking fuel

around the intramural fires

Maria2394Maria2394over 17 years ago
I would try to leave

an intelligent comment, but you would point out I am wrong on anything I say, so I just say, this is one of your better ones, I enjoyed it. sorry for the meaningless fluff of a comment--

maria

RhymeFairyRhymeFairyover 17 years ago
Mmm

Very sensual read here. With images that make the lil train that could ... steam~ Love your playful write ...

*flowers*

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Child-like play has its place

In an adult world too serious.

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