tagErotic Poetrywaiting at the bus stop

waiting at the bus stop


waiting at the bus stop

imagining you suspended
like a spider
over my body
my breasts thrust toward you
my legs reach to wrap around


imagining you unfolded
like a fan
hair a breath
my face craving coolness
my skin quivering tickled


imagining you tied
to that thread
your only escape
my body the sacred labyrinth
my body the landscape of dreams

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