Douse me
156 words. Posted Jun 19, 2009, last edited Jun 22, 2009.
Work DescriptionThe feeling one might have after being with someone that infects your soul. This work is archived and isn't accepting critiques or comments. Why?
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Douse me in your gentle rain cascading with freedom spilling onto city streets.
There are no reasons why I am left standing holding your orchid plucked, tipped upward in delicious anticipation.
Douse me in your gentle rain is that wicked of me? Should you edge closer, closer still to smell that secret spice as ancient as the Queen of Sheba -- that mist, that swallows.
Strange things happen when I think of you inside, crystal shards fall on the floor melting into pools of promises, carefully drafted, edited...bound.
It litters me with desires which on occassion, you satisfy when you deem timely.
At times, we seep into one another like marinated olives sitting in an earthenware dish deep in its green oil, safe like a child's bedcover.
Nothing will be left undiscovered as your hand slips under my red velvet bodice oval shelled buttons left intact... Wrap around me slowly slower, still.
**Originally written in 2001
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hi dev, i loved this and will be back for another read soon.
irene x