Navy rush of linen —unfurling
Breeze in auburn August brush
fire —smoldering
Curvaceous haunt, her golden flushed
aura —alluring
Corseted silhouettes of tulip poplar —latticing
Slipping free in fluid bend —descending
Symphony of lust in thoughts of glances —burning
Lost in the aching of a body —desiring
Horizon
caress in shadows of flesh —melding
E.A. O'Connell
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