Imagine--
with inarticulate lilting language--
a loving woman against your skin
lapping oozing virility eagerly--
your opposition undone--
just another sanctuary of nymphs.
You omit ultraviolet radiation
before enamoring another unscrupulous treasonous yearner
into submission
into new feelings intracately nullifying illusions too easily.
Keep inside such speech
my euphony--
best everyone thinks he's allotted neverending youth.

05/22/2002

Author's Note: it's a CODE!

Posted on 05/22/2002
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