Poetry: not a dirty word
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Sheets in the Wind
Keep tight thy sheets, look not his way.
His eyes, intoxicating.
Remember how to keep control.
His lips, exhilarating!
The second sheet, now unsecure.
My heartbeat spins the floor.
His breath, the wind, it moves my hair.
And I resist no more.
All three sheets have now gone slack.
His kiss, a sweet flashback.
Blowing in the wind, my sails--
and now we're back on track!
( c ) Deborah A Andreas, May, 4, 2017
Vivian aka Deborah
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