Mediterranean Afternoon
By grumpy3445
The mid-afternoon sun, stifling warm breeze blowing the curtains our bodies, pressed together thin sheet, covering sounds waft up from the street the lazy waves, washing warm sand young people, chatting at the cafe farmers, selling their produce at the market you stir, stroke my arm bringing my fingers to your lips you guide me, past your breast pause, then down to your thighs my lips, caressing body, yearning the rythm, slow and timeless then faster, desperate like the sun, exploding our breathing, hard your legs, quivering the sun is setting another day passes, eternity in this ancient placeJeca, do you dream like I do? John Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 11:58 AM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"The mid-afternoon sun, stifling..."