sweet satin sheets

on sweet satin sheets dreams travel leisurely, tracing with lazy toes the contour of glossy dunes under which waves of mercury flow. on sweet satin sheets mornings blossom round and smooth, ignoring with pleasure the sleepless nights (or treasuring those all the more) and smelling like blindfold sighs. on sweet satin sheets sand has no … Continue reading

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love in a forest of tornados

we were making love in a forest of tornados, wind bouncing forth and back on our breath ecstatic colors floating, orphan cumulonimbus born or our moaning rain postponed, in the pulse of thunder moist gathering twisters singing otherworldly chorals don’t stop, don’t stop flying swiftly circling seeking air tornados sucking our breaths scented with the … Continue reading

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