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The Chicago River running beside my office...



I am learning to flirt with a River.
It is an old art; a long, lost, liquid language.

“Does it tickle?”, I ask slyly
of the gently drifting snow, “when it falls on your grey belly?”

She just twinkles, silent and skeptic,
coyly flowing with a low, slow swish in her rippling hips.

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ravenedgewalker
Jan. 12th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
delicious.
silly_imp
Jan. 14th, 2011 04:43 am (UTC)
I love this. Thank you.
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