Fresh Air

Somewhere in the wind
Your scent I smell, just barely tingling
Refusing to get lost among the others
With the coming of spring
The air is filled with nature’s scents
Nothing arouses me more
Than to inhale you deeply
After your sweet rain has fallen
Laying claim to all my senses
I will soon be aroused again
Drenched in the wetness of your nest.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…4:13 pm
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