her mysteries creates
a wonderful arousal;
shaking with expectations
as if the first time
could be repeated;
her breasts, pert and simple,
shaped for motherhood,
an alluring softness behind
the Cashmere sweater;
slender legs inside tailored
jeans wrapped tightly
around an imagination,
and we press together,an involuntary excitement;
and, our bands loosely
fit around our illusion;
perhaps, reality has
ceased to be a fantasy.
March 1986
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