Apr 2015
My lover wiggles
Her pants down the floor,
O arms, my legs, the silence clings,
Moon bursts into feathers, sings,
The stars grow their wings,
And my lover wiggles
Her pants
Down.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Her pants down the floor,
O arms, my legs, the silence clings,
Moon bursts into feathers, sings,
The stars grow their wings,
And my lover wiggles
Her pants
Down.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
("The Pearl of the Orient")
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