Monday, July 30, 2018

fantasy




 I want you to know
 when I think of you
the clothes slip off
 [inhibitions, too] 
and my dirty mind
 takes a dirty trip
 making dirty stops 
with imagined lips
 as I dream of your smell
 and the salt of your skin
 and the moment when
 I'd get to take you in 
As my fingers of thought
 feel your body drenched with sweat
 This fantasy of you
 leaves my brain soaking wet
~j

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