The spider of excitement
played games in her heaving heart.
While the soft feathers trickle
ran shivering up her spine.
Arching, Laughing and writhing
side to down and up to back
in long exquisite torture.
Till the bounding doe of love
released her beautiful bliss.
The dew of eternal warmth
caressed glistened cheek to brow.
tresses of silken softness
on brawn of lusts passion.
Enfolded in each other
feeling the others heart beat
to Pans rythm of closeness.
Sleep oh my wonderful sleep
drifting into love, oneness.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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