Love the vivid and clear imagery. Love the word dripping. I think I want to be dripping into the cisterns of desire, to rain lightly upon the lake of lust, to drip from moss shingled roof to wooden porch before the rocking chair of satiety, the gentle lullaby of arms holding and legs twined, of hair wet upon the sweated brow.
I think your comments should be their own blog! LOL. Very nice.
I lot can be accomplished with the right inspiration. :-)
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