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Feb 2015
Pink walls outline the hormonal oceans
To peel back the secrets of wet
flesh against swimming pool corners
through waves of swelling libido
that crack the senses against the reefs of water-love

I have given my senses full range along the ****** planes…

I am the prince of voyeurs, who favors an elegant hand
with female grace on my favorite space of sacred fingers
that come down with soft, sliding strokes on the phallus of day
******* sacred fluid, that spells out and signs
invitations on the silk sheets of evening
anxious to fold itself into letters of perfumed language
which absorb the night of its juices
leaving an imagination soaking wet
Matthew Goff
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