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Bistro Table

Let fingers rest  
In slow circles’ space  

And thumb linger  
On taught buttons’ curve  
 
Your breath’s rustle  
Electric, subtle rush  
 
I breathe your scents  
Nature's perfumed airs  
 
Your owning clutch  
Catching me in you.
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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Wishful thinking on a Sunday Morning
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