sweat drops down your navel
so jealous of that bead
cause i’m surveying you and
you’re not close enough to touch
you throw back your hair
it catches every speck of light
i’m in no position to
challenge the sun
creating the glisten
leaning back in my chair
seeing you pace and quaver
shatter these shackles of supposed to be
smash time with my sexual surging
take wing out of work
catch you in all your luster
clinch and enfold you
scuttle and pass
everything under the sun
bang down the door
the line between your breasts
the sun poured pony-tail
sweat soaked signs pointing to
my point of entry
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-04-12 23:19:19
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