by Karyn B Jules

Created on: March 07, 2009

You slide across my skin like silk
as pure and fresh as mothers milk
with scents to trigger memories
of summer blooms on autumns breeze

I close my eyes as you begin
to let me soak your wisdom in
all senses taken far beyond
the limits of their earthly bond

We stand bare in this stream of life
and wash away all signs of strife
in soft smooth lathers now refreshed
with body mind and spirit meshed

I'm in the zone, organic bliss
there's nothing to compare with this

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