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WHEN I THINK OF YOU

When I am gone, I think of you
silk hair falling on satin shoulders
crystal eyes smoldering with lust
oh yes, I think of you, so often
when busy days are done at last
and Caribbean breezes flow soft
through my open glass patio doors,
caressing the bareness of my chest
I think of your touch on my skin
and I burn with desire to take you
touch and taste each inch of you
here on my big brass, empty bed
sea waves bear your love whispers
and I am undone with my longing
I’ve read in a holy book the words
of a holy man, if you look and lust
you have committed a sin already
if so… I am a great sinner indeed
a lost angel fallen into tender arms
for I vision you in restless dreams
the soft flutter of your dark lashes
the breathy lifting of your breasts
their hard tips reaching for my lips
your silken thighs parted so wide
the light vanilla musk scent floating
ductile on the steamy night, invites
me to sin again, when I think of you

DJA 1/15/2012