His slow trail of lips’ steps
round hipbones and belly
churn insides to liquid desire
flutterpats of his fingertips
float across and down neck
dance tip toe upon shoulder
gently skip across inside of arm
no time exists
under his spell upon my flesh
©MidwestFantasy
02/28/2017
I have no center. I live life in waves to the left and right. Being straight and narrow in the middle bores me. That’s just a long, unending road with no destination in sight. No adventurous side trips. No jagged, rough, winding days. No high-flying, soaring paths taking your breath away.
I have no center. My emotions run through fields of poppies and over hills of green. Passion in my veins runs through rivers deep and spreads wide over the plains. Wandering off in directions unknown are my deepest feelings, seeking fulfillment in a myriad of people and places. No contentment in one spot.
I have no center. I have everything I need.
©MidwestFantasy
02/27/2017
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