Daydream 1

In a vision I see my fingers
slide along her warm taut
slightly pneumatic (as Huxley
would say) belly where her
tight white shirt is pushed
up against the underside
of her breasts and
steal beneath the elastic band
of her thin floor-length
skirt and slowly pull it
off her hips while my tongue
and lips caress every curve
of her subtle belly and each
slight indention bend of her
skin and the sweet salt
of smoothness where leg
and hip and belly meet

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