did you try to touch my heart beat,
watching my necklace move against my décolletage?

petite hand-held pillows,
arranged for the resting of your head.

Do your lips go numb,
with tasting such saccharine skin?

curved hour-glass,
a live art figure,
exposing explorations
of dripping fruit juices.

Watch the movements of my hand
in their succulent dance,
and I will grant you my flavor.

12/19/2001

Posted on 12/19/2001
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