“Cloud Lover”
Above Crystal Lake, the dense soft clouds rolled in coils, smooth rondures stretched out like graceful limbs. My imagination reached out and touched them, created them, rolled and smoothed them. Their tender flesh was clay to my sculpting mind. The clouds were my lover’s thighs all smooth and flawless. They were her breasts, so gracefully rounded and delicate. And then they stretched out in tendrils, as if they were my sensitive fingers running over the tender prominences of those fine breasts down the length of those sweet thighs.