Coffee computer
dark winter rain window dance
imagining touch
JB
i am the rain that dances by your window
i smell the coffee and see the soft lighting
your movements,
how you push your chair back and get up to get something
i long for a home like that
but i am the rain
and pelt away
i am born from clouds
with the sun
i'll send you rainbows
imagined touch
i am the rain that dances by your window
i smell the coffee and see the soft lighting
your movements,
how you push your chair back and get up to get something
i long for a home like that
but i am the rain
and pelt away
i am born from clouds
with the sun
i'll send you rainbows
imagined touch
real colors reaching out for you
me
i remember being like this
ReplyDeletelovely
young and lovely
you are
xo
erin
wonderful poem Katrin.
ReplyDelete~robert
Light! Softly dispels the desert night's chill. The delicious glow spreads throughout her breasts. Nipples notice a tantalizingly subtle tingle.
ReplyDeleteLight!
The glow gathers strength and heat be felt.
Her mons' tumescing.
Lips soften; hips and buttocks ripen to receive.
Her wetness matches the Shower of Bright
that floods the land!
Light!
The joy of vision....your beauty!!