An ode to Gaspard on his arrival to Atlanta in two days
Anticipation Psalm
by Davidae
Egoiste, ivory soap, my peach bath salts perfumes my mind until it reaches the tip of my nose inside as i remember how his head smells when it rests atop my...selah...french creole, soft thunder and an octave raised into a hungry whisper when my names rolls off his tongue just before he leans toward my lips and...selah...hard,yet soft lean, yet mountaineous muscles lift me up toward his strong, dark gaze...je'taime, davidae...i love you, davidae i anticipate this experience with him again for the rest of our lives, amen. Selah.
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2 comments:
Sooky, sooky now Dee!!
I'm with LaMonica. I told you I might run home to my hubby on lunch break! From you know who :-)
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