Sunday, May 16, 2004
Before the kids came onto the scene, I was a nightowl.Night Soft. Cotton-tipped. Golden trail Down the sweet curve On the back of your neck. Dance My tongue down your spine, My fingers down your sides, My nipples down your stomach, My lips along your jaw and Across the hollow of your throat. I love to watch you unwind, Putting you to sleep with a sweet... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 10:21 AM Comments (0) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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