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A SUNFLOWER CAME SCREAMING. My first love; my second. And day dreaming with you.
A SLOW SEPTEMBER RAIN



A slow September rain,
like coals of a campfire,
glows gently into the night.
And, I wish you were here
by me, keeping warm.
The popping of drop
on pavement
mixes with the memories
of your smooth, silky softness
and makes for
a lonely and longing
to feel your body breath,
as we lie silently together,
smoldering.
A rumbling of a car
and your heart beat slowing
to a thump, thump, thump,
as you lean across me
and reach for something
in the darkness,
returns with
the caress of nipple
upon my chest,
stirring the embers of
my lust for you
and produces a flame;
as a slow September rain,
like a campfire, glows
gently into the night.


Kenneth M. Loschen
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