Monday, November 8, 2010

This place

Dreaming of you,

bouncing in slow motion,

my whole body rocking,
up and down.

Inside me fires have been lit.

I feel myself twisting in my seat.

There is  nowhere for this heat to go.

It fills me, I will burst if you look my way.

Flushing and swelling, my blood running fast,

I can hear it in my thighs, rushing, like lava.

I am part of everything and everything is my dream

In this place I am helpless to wanting to help myself.

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