Flowing Love
Our love flows,
a swiftly moving stream.
Flowing into raging rapids,
this is better than any dream.
Movement slows,
beads of sweat trickle.
She turns over onto her stomach,
exposing a booty dimple.
Touching,
exploring,
speaking now in riddles.
Love flows,
Intense.
We lay,
her head on my chest.
Both still delirious,
left motionless in suspense.
Drained,
from our flowing love...
Jared Pickett
11/28/09
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