CORDS ON THE WIND By S.J. Addeo Wood smoke tinged the warm air played in the fading light played in the still humid air played in among the strings of my soul causing me to think....again to curse these sensations that cause these thoughts to curse even God ..that I think them again to curse the haunting sounds of a Spanish guitar Wood smoke mingled with the fragrance of her and a faint Spanish guitar played in growing dusk played as her lips met mine played among the stirrings of my heart causing me to lose all thought except the feel of her in my arms except my touch on pliant flesh except my passion quest to find her core Wood smoke mingled with the scent of frenzy and a faint Spanish guitar played as my driven lips found her-midst parted thighs played as her hand grasped...and pulled me close played as melody to joyful moans of surrender not quite drowning out my thoughts through burning desire that this was a lust of wanting bodies that this was a pleasure of craven desires that this was her loveless release Wood smoke tinged the warm air and a faint Spanish guitar played in the haunting melody of the night played as my body struggled to the heights played with notes that lulled away the dusk carries back the stabbing realization of love against pure desire carries back the emptiness of her thoughtless release carries back blithe memories of two lovers joined - then parted Wood smoke.......... and a faint Spanish guitar
copyright 1997 by S.J. Addeo