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IN PRAISE OF YOUR BEAUTY 3


what could mere poet of love pen
that would ever do just service
to the satin slope of shoulders
or homage to the slender curve
of your perfumed feminine neck
even shakespeare or lord byron
would fail in adoring odes written
to goblet centered in your belly


to suckle blushed awakened buds
feel them pushing toward caress
of my offered tongue is the thing
edgy sodden dreams are made of
surrendered dreamscapes of sighs
as hot flesh presses against flesh
the exquisiteness of your pale skin
fevered pink with contagious lust



DJA 1/21/2010


to be continued...


californication