Summer Afternoon
By craig2
Like Adam’s rib you take a piece of me, many pieces of me, digest my paltry worth, make it better, meaningful. Ribbons of sun soaked heat pulse through the Venetian blinds, illuminate a solar grid across the sheets stained by our love-making. Ribs and ribbons lazily lie down to dusk, with you softly spooned against me, the afternoon melts into creamy deja-vu. Written September 2nd, 2001 © on Jan 14 2002 12:25 PM PST 0 • 8
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Like Adam’s rib..."