So I breathe deep, once and then twice,
Feelings too strong overwhelm me, but...
I ride them through, sleep and then rise,
Hearing you, I breathe more shallow,
Settle in, and let the stillness of being
Embrace me. I am restless still...

Revisions:

I
I Fly
Ninety on the highway,
Sixty in a forty, and
Forty in an ess curve twenty.
Windows down,
Music high,
I wanna drag it out
Till the engine growls,
High and mean,
Till the chassis shakes
And the tires squeal.
I wanna break you
Like a new toy,
Consume you
Like no other,
Bleed you dry.

II
Back to me,
Framed in the door;
Lower back, thigh, buttock,
Smooth white flesh.
Then thoughtful, in repose,
Naked and divine
I come undone as
Restlessly, my heart swells
In a deep red crush.
Desire.

Still my favorite...

I tremble,
Want to speak, but can’t.
I hear your words,
They caress me, excite me,
Affect me.
And when we’re done,
We’re done.
I touch your skin,
Smell the air,
You move on as I move past.

I did it. I sent "Glorianna" to an editor... http://www.hourglassbooks.com/submissions.html. Cross your fingers!

Peach...soft and sweet on the outside, inside, a hard little seed.
Peach...sexual connotations in art and literature, the breast and buttock.
Peach...smooth skinned and fuzzy, cherished in the summer months.
Peach...pies, chutneys, jams, and jellies...versatile only to an extent.
Peach...the peach tree takes years to grow before it will bear fruit.
Peach...the Texas peach is smaller, less flesh, larger seed, so much better than any other.
Peach...ink on smooth flesh...picture coming soon...

Third month of testing. I already know that I’ll need the medication. I feel more beautiful now than ever. But my spirits remain low...is the ability to procreate the essence of womanhood? In May I was ecstatic. But she would have been a Capricorn...like me, and I would have known how to raise her. But any other, I just don't know...and my spirits continue to remain low.

"You have nice skin." "Thank you." Ink clear and bright, No sun for two weeks.