Ribbons in the Wind
The world is suspended in a moment of serene regression, as the strings unravel a smile deep within her possession. Her waltz's rhythm harbors a kiss that dances with imagination, the subconscious rides a hushed bliss of immense fascination. The draught swims through her hair as she bathes in serenity, breeze floods her garments and explores her poised body. Caressing her breasts, she is frozen in protection, prancing in a fond zest of billowing perfection. She weaves a world of what she was missing, and all her dreams, in time of wishing. She unwinds beneath her skin, and swims in ecstatic sin. She rewinds deep within, like trimming in the wind. Misery indicting my soul, impossible to comprehend, at last unraveled, like ribbons in the wind. (c) Joe Ulisses 2002 Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 02:48 PM PST 0 • 8
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