Majestic vision
July 7, 2012
She posts pictures
With no people in them,
Haunting visions
From a Majestic window,
Not even the sea
She came to feed from
For the weekend
No clue as to her companion
Leaving my imagination
To paint in his face,
the lips that kiss her,
the hand that touches
her,
the depths they explore
as the waves crash in the distance,
the salt foam,
flowing over them and in them,
on a beach of silk sheets and fond memories.
She posts pictures of what she sees,
But I see more,
Painting her shape
On a beach,
A portrait I embrace,
The feel of skin
When he touches her,
Penetrates her,
The moody silence
Of his massive manhood.
the whispered words,
the cries of joy full
of anguish
I see what can’t be there
and wish otherwise.
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