Haiku Espérant
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
in the field she sways
dress bright, wildflower spray
my muse, she dances
honeysuckle breeze
sunshaft motes flit and shimmer
how gentle this air
two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music
Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …
shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling
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