Ripples Run
7 x a breath of silk tremble fingers
runs in ripples up your spine
softly curving supple limbs of creamy
touches moans your name with such
a dreamy urgent wanting succulent tone
7 x the river rose upon close velvet banks
caress those hips whose smooth above the dress
she wore was like a translucent breath
of silk so sheer and very near to more
were waters warm with satin thrill
she poured so near with all her will
you wish before you fall and all
your thought dissolves in love divine
she runs in ripples up your spine~
7x7x's
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 00:52
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