Days of Awe
©2000 by Carol Marie

Summer 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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