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FLOWING RIVERquietwaters of my body begin to awaken at the touch of warm, oiled hands, moving rhythmically like lapping waves against the bank as my body, the river flows ever toward sea. A sudden waterfall of swift hot strokes rumbles over my back —the momentum begun. rolling smoothly over rocks, fluidly 'round tight curves, scented hands and body dissolve, become one. Each, carrying the other surely toward a buoyant destiny. Copyright 2000 Donna Thibodeaux |