14. winter (web-ink) wild - by Eric Crow
(from the book "Blood on White Leather")
wind whispers loudly through trees
enjoys caressing tickle it causes
blows its bending way through bare branches
intimately, I bargain
now, here, only
karma for those want cleaned
wet my quill.
inspired by intimate view,
noble wind escapes
thrillingly from my pen makes
easy turning point:
romance pours from my body
wonderfully,
I am a voyeur
loving the scene
developing before my eyes
@2010 Eric Franklin Crow
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