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		sometimes

		sometimes I desire you
			holding me
			as I cuddle softly
			warmly
			snuggling
			in your arms
			closing my eyes
			and smiling
			my nose burrowing
			into your neck

		tension goes then
		headaches don’t come then
		sometimes

		sometimes when the evening breeze blows
			against my check
		I imagine your breath
			bathing my face
			then 
			your chest 
			tight on
			my breasts
		sometimes

		as I admire
		your strong black hands
			tough like marble
			yet, gentle
			like Summer Rain on a Georgia Sunday
		I appreciate God’s blessing them
			with the gift of rhythm

		and
		when those hands create
			that slow-low-melodic-feel-da-groove-
			’fore-you-hear-it 
			kinda funk
		my body sways to the beat
		your beat
		sometimes

		oh yeah,
		sometimes...


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