Thomas Lynch
It was the dream
I was allowed
to touch you in.
We were strangers.
You kept your eyes closed.
I cannot really say
if there were rhododendrons
or anything like music or
even if i asked you.
Only your blue skin and the pleasure it gave you --
the way you moved,
the way you caught your breath
whenever my hands moved
so i kept moving them.
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