come
not

to experience me
in the obsequious slenderness
of hot stilettos – or to speak
a vertiginous climb up fish
nets to thong - oops I meant
thigh! nor to
delve into curvehugging lea
ther and lace your cares-
sing gaze sliding lush the contours
to valley intentions in my décolleté 

… though
         in verità … if truth be said

be it
your intention

it would be not
of me
to complain

this pregnant storm of mine
fuels spiritmind bodyness there
where desire engulfs my-ndseye in
permissive pervasions of tongues
elaborating hunger's blaze to lips in m

otion

where
 
     y
         o
              u

 come taste the fire

~ m.a

11/21/2008

Posted on 11/21/2008
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