The air was heavy

 
 
  
 
 
 
The air was heavy with the joy of her  
drowsy smells,none to match or mistake  
new mown hay and clover,skin in love  
fresh as new born babe,sweet breath,  
sweat cooling in the sun and earth.  
She lay beside the rock strewn pool  
clothes cast aside . .no need of them.  
no perfume in her hair save of her  
musk and sweat of woman,raw and free  
the air was heavy intoxicant with lust  
only lovers know, awesome fear,  
sweet sweat drying in the sun,  
our desire for all to see.  
She reached her hand, put me to her cause  
curled in supplication, yet I the supplicant,  
musk and sweat of woman and oils of Arabi,  
mixing new mown hay, fresh as new born babe.  
 
  
Written by Kexby
Published 3rd June 2013 7:28pm  - Last modified 3rd June 2013 7:31pm
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