Thursday, May 22, 2014

Shaharazad

Sliding down my skin
Soft satiny sensual
A mirage of images crosses my mind
Hints of moisture
Dampen my brow
A glistening drop
Makes its way to the floor
I can trace its path across my cheek
Scent overwhelms me
Memories from a thousand nights
The end is drawing near

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