...and thighs, by lies in full view
of one's orbs of comprehending
the visual world of wanters...

all lurking behind a smile
of guilty innocence,
their guile is rapacious
using beaming ivory
as the lure.

casting words to the wind
heard thru ears
drunk with the need
to believe,
to feel felt back.

in this tango world
seeking specialness,
many hills of truth
are treked only to
slide down the other side.

and they go togther now
and come together later,
sated in the belly
of the beast of Lust,
hungry sill.

05/23/2005