~~ Waiting ~~

... waiting for you...

Sky to Wing...

~~ She invites me ~~

-- You tease me 
with low primitive growls
murmurs in my ear that stir the blood of generations
of women
heaving breasts and moist inner thighs
that call 
a man
invite him to enter
in the light of the howling moon
we sing these primitive songs

  RJWing 6.10.2000