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

delicate

i am unharmed

by power moving over

into

through me

 

perhaps rather i display

the beauty of his touch

as he makes love

to me

     

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