From Behind the Oak
.
From behind the oak
mine eyne curved it's
girth
to spectate
her quiet
undress
The leaves beneath mine feet
screamed
as my heart
and hern flesh instantly
became
covered with cloth
leaving me with
poetic thoughts
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
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