Indian Summer | ooanabe
That flash fire in January has come.
The touch of warmth that sooths
Like a trickle of warm liquid just drip
drip
dripping down the spine.
A small taste, a tease, a tickle of
spring to surge…..
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That flash fire in January has come.
The touch of warmth that sooths
Like a trickle of warm liquid just drip
drip
dripping down the spine.
A small taste, a tease, a tickle of
spring to surge…..
(Click to listen.) ooanabe.com/indian-summer/
Like gentle lips brushing across an eyelid.
Quick licks that smell like lavender.
Subtle strokes in that soft spot where the neck comes to rest.
A teasing taste of delight, of dance, of
perfection in contact.
The months to come stand like soldiers before the lusty red coals
Quick licks that smell like lavender.
Subtle strokes in that soft spot where the neck comes to rest.
A teasing taste of delight, of dance, of
perfection in contact.
The months to come stand like soldiers before the lusty red coals
that will bring warmth, sex-filled flesh, fantasy formed figures
reeling in the hot
hot
days that lend themselves to delight.
Lend their guiding touch toward freedom.
Lend their dawn, their noon, their setting to fulfilled longing.
To nature covered days, mud covered nights
reeling in the hot
hot
days that lend themselves to delight.
Lend their guiding touch toward freedom.
Lend their dawn, their noon, their setting to fulfilled longing.
To nature covered days, mud covered nights
and saltwater sweat.
Yes. That flash fire in January has come.
And soon,
soon the sprinkling will cascade.
The warmth flowing like a cataract to cover all with delirium
and a halcyon daze.
-Ooana Trien, 2002
Yes. That flash fire in January has come.
And soon,
soon the sprinkling will cascade.
The warmth flowing like a cataract to cover all with delirium
and a halcyon daze.
-Ooana Trien, 2002
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