Proposition
By Shae
at night the moon becomes liquid dreams subsiding north brightly shinning close to our martial bed while we entwine red sequence in-between the sheets spasms say, “yes” no, to the due of dawn half curled finger tips wave welcomes to secret pleasures we dance to the bending of the stars a hula dancers’ nightmare stuck between the galaxy we do the voodoo carving small white doves saluting our love to tell our story at night we pull out red checkered blankets swallowed by the night wrap whispers’ wind while eating juju bees laughing at soft sounds that inspires our lovemaking moving south to the border juicy fruit smack sandwiched in the lips our erotic exotic interpretations of karma sutra delectable while sitting on the porch passions that hang on spittles of cupid’s beard Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 06:08 PM PST 0 • 16
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