Days of Awe
©2000 by Carol MarieSummer winds bring the perfume
of her back into my dream
Its wild jasmine and heather
hot and wet, sticky with content
Its passionate and full
when I touch myself
When I fly inside
of my pride
all I can taste is her
and how awed being with her
made me
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