that fragile instant dream
of when your body smallest
and supple pleasing nooks and
those 2 fierce shinning sharpest
spheres of green languid violent puddles
(of your eyes dear)
across from me spent into
the daft shaven molecule
of my stingingonyourbreasts head
a lean sensual evening
and you let me put my hand
up your skirt in that
stuffy cafe littlest cramped space
in the corner(in a secret tight space)
you let me purr wetness into
your softly cloven pile
andbut we just went on talking like i wasn't