My mind wanders easily
to you. You flirt subtlely,
teasingly with my muses
and my fears. I hear you laughing,
a soft breeze on my cheek as
if I were being caressed.
I think of things that please
you: long mornings lounging
like lizards in the sun,
evenings together in the shadows.
While I pet your breasts,
you scratch me behind the ears.
Ma Femme
Re: Ma Femme
that's sounding like some sunshine we could all find a spot in....
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
Re: Ma Femme
such tenderness deserves these words. 
Re: Ma Femme
nice economy, like a swift cool breeze on an oppressive day.....
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism