Tuesday, September 30, 2014

BROWN PLEASURE By kb© 2004

I walked the parched landscape for far too long...
mile after mile no greenery,
step after step no scenery......

You were hidden...my oasis a midst the desolate landscape
I thirst for a drink
my skin cries out for the revitalizing moisture that only your touch, your voice, your heart can provide

I dive in

I swim


I drown....

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