*listening to Sweet Thing by Van Morrison


Just Like Sweet Thing

Silken threads slide from your dusky thighs
fretful fingers strum like Eden sighs
for you for only your piano plays the ways she rolls
she says she knows you look again two glancing souls
touch like sky blue mountain tops seawings eagle backdrops
fierce free fall without touching lips searching vacuum kiss
contrails hiss across the combat fields of skin without scores
undulation of a sultry voice storms secret somethings in your ear
nothing someone like you should fear to hear
just the summer falling from her highs
fretful fingers strum like Eden sighs
Silken threads slide from dusky thighs~



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Written on 2016-09-12 at 03:24

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