Where She Always Been
I gorge on her warm slippery sincere lips,
Hands routinely patting her velvety form down to the hips,
Ingeniously curved behind waste away my mind; I feel the blaze at my hand tips!
I look in depth through her eyes love sidling over my face with sheen,
I see the beauty I always wished I’d have seen,
I wonder and wonder still where she always been!
I wonder and wonder still like a confounded poet.
I set her down cautiously like a practiced sex worker;
hands groping over and over again where surely no man ever been,
I paste my tongue through the deep,
O! I wish I could explain how she wakes up the makings in me,
But I don’t know how she does it!
Out of the ordinary she does it!
I feel the concentration engorging mine heart to burl;
Too hard, too deep I fall to a dance patient and kind,
I fall to a dance that feeds the body, soul and mind;
And she holds me closely tight!
She holds me closely tight still
I wonder and wonder still where she always been!
I wonder and wonder still like a confounded poet.
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