Between
Meditation exists,
my love the unkist
waits in the rooms candle gleam,
no stranger, a sweet comely miss,
love lost, once, before and between,
and a cuddle i stole,
behind the door of the green,
where willingly met,
by the candle lit scene,
i nuzzled tween breasts,
the nipples erect,
and happy i was there,
in between,
your nighty was white,
see through it i might,
permission i'm asking ,
in fever an steam :)
right there in the midst of my dream:)
Don Johnson ..........meditation rocks
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