Fantasy Girl
Sweet goddess,
you gentle yet
persistent tease.
You brush your lips
against my centre
and leave me
a trail of scarlet hunger.
You caress
the outer reaches of my being
with your silken vagabond breath,
and leave me nothing
but a lush and livid vision
of a garden in the desert.
Your passing has left
my inner spine woven through
with fractal fibres in constant motion.
So once again I chase you
purely
for the pleasure of wanting more.
Shawn McLeod
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