Think About Love

Posted: April 30, 2014 in Poetry
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When I think about … love

I swoon inside.

I seldom imagine control

when I think about … love

the air is sweet

with your sex

misting upon skin’s abandon

sheets ruffled from hands clinging

pulling apart the fabric

while eyes rolled backward …

pleasure, when I think about love!

I watched you orgasm

when my fingers played

instruments inside you

I remember your legs shaking

you opened your eyes and I was there

that was … I mean, there was, well, how

could you be so beautiful?

When I think about … love

I want you.

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