breeze upon the meadow

i see her ripples rise and flow

over and again

and i can almost feel the hand of god

glide across her skin

as tendrils arouse and then quiet

neath his touch


her undulating waves

bring pleasure

to my eyes

as she performs her sensuous dance

for me


and i am moved

by music yet unheard

but somehow seen

and felt

by me

that my own body rises

in response


yielding to his rhythm


i am unharmed

by power moving over


through me


perhaps rather i display

the beauty of his touch

as he makes love

to me


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