a soft wind shies awayon the hot summer night,
blistering heat,
I am lost in the woodlands
of your ebony strands,
and like the moon
peering through the clouds,
you smiled,
your lips parting slowly,
sent tremors down my thighs,
you move smoothly,your hands gently stroke my hair,
I can still smell your perfume in the air,
a soft flicker
on the nape of my neck,
red silk crushes on the floor,beneath our curling toes.
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