My thoughts were like a feather
By Mark Heathcote
Tue, 04 Oct 2011
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My thoughts were like a feather
falling into your gaze
your heart and soul did cipher
the lust behind these forays.
You held me tight in mid air
part of a wing that wouldn't fly...
Into the wild-winds ensnare
nestled, against, your thigh...
yes; soon the heavens would sing...
A bird in the flush of spring!
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