"If I knew all the words, I would write myself out of here." MRAZ

Sunday, December 7, 2008

heated haiku- PG13

Resting in his arms
The new spring-green leaves contrast
The blue morning sky

His white skin is like
The masculine ladybug
Freckled with brown spots

This smell- his old smell
The stale sweat of his body
Refreshes my sense

Heat from the embers
The still-hot pleasures enflame
The crisp morning air

The fan-cool air chills
My sweat-moist skin awakens
My desire calls

His guttural groan
Like fire- it burns the mass,
My deep hidden thoughts

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