Sixty Two . . .

Chamomile Mystery

by Stormcat

Precious elixir, beauty steeped in the flow of life . . .

tossed, pressed, processed and extracted.

Alluring eyes, perfectly unruly hair, expectant, searching . . .

                                                seeking peace!

Woman of sun passing cold winters in the north . . .

clamoring for heat, seeking quiet warmth, longing for soft

companionship couched in passion . . .

                                                peaceful passion!

Come

Make your home in me. See blue moonlight on the snow.

Hear the crackle of fire in the stove and feel the warmth

on your smooth soft skin. Let the wine of desire carry you to . . .

                                                passionate home!

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