©1999 by Carol Marie
she touches me
and the fires burn greater
like arson the y take up
and singe everything in sight
and when she kisses me
I drown in the wet of her sighs
she is my goddess angel
my shoulder when Im typing away
and she will come up behind me naked
and lay her breasts near to my ears
and try to squeeze me between them
but still I work, left in the awe of her beauty
when she sleeps, naked to the world
I watch as she rolls over into my arms
and I hold her freely
and sing her name as if it were my own...
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