I stretch on the sandrelaxed and well-tannedfeel the cool air wisp my bodyso soft—thinkin’ of youstrokin’ me like a fluteplayin’ my soulthat been saddenedand mute —the heat of the sunis burning my bunsand pucker meswollen with supfeelin’ you heremy...
Sometimes I want you and sometimes I don’tsometimes I crave you and sometimes I tauntsometimes I mock and sometimes I scornsometimes I love you like Eros adorned. Sometimes I wish you were here to assistand together we’ll see our way through the mistI wish...