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Showing posts from October, 2009


I want to be the sand between your toes, the place where nobody goes, the fragrant aroma in your nose, your silky hair tied up in bows, I want to see the smile in your eyes, be free of goodbyes, smooth the lotion on your thighs and shop for bikinis in your size, I want to be near when the sun goes down  and hold you like the straps on your gown  before the evening parade around town,  as close as I can and not drown, I want to see the sunrise light your hair,  caress your navel to shoulders bare,  traipse along your neck with utmost care and abandon paradise as I'm already there. Jacqueline Dowling