At last, the traffic comes to a halt…
the quarter moon peeps between hill tops
as a lingering sigh pinches my flesh—
half weary, half shimmering
in hours moist with late afternoon’s
need for quietude. Clearing
my mind to embrace sweet ardor's mist
and the fire of gentle touches, I feel
all the pinpoints of his affection tingling
my softened face...
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