Sprightly songs I hum to keep me sane
These lonely afternoons as I
Loll in broken shoes, ripped pants
Once bespoke by Cardin
O much changed am I!
But my sad smiles
Artists love,
Nymphets
Kiss

Cleaning ladies in California never swear , they just say Hoover Dam!

One time I dreamed Aphrodite rose from the sea...
All naked and glistening was she...
"Why all the clothes?" she asked of me. "This earth and sea are made for the free."
So I shed my shirt and trunks and into the waters blue I sunk...
Then felt an arm embrace my waist as she led me o'er the dunes in haste...
Toward an island of leafy trees and greenery where naked men and women frolicked through the scenery...
A land without cries of war...
Just a lovely waterfall's roar...
Quickly she took both my hands and we danced to nature's gentle band...
The merry breezes whistled and birds were brightly singing...
Yes, one time I dreamed Aphrodite rose from the sea and showed me in naked splendor how to be free!

And pretty
**** too.
Those soft
folds
those fancy
rocks
bejeweling her--
Who painted
this desert peace,
this smile
of a ******

hiding her
moisture within?

Her black body in motion
Chromatic vistas giving artistic delights
Hands with palms glowing soft moonlight
Feet with soles glowing same soft light
Black body in motion
Beautifully twirling
And so forthright!

passionately red
held by its mother the twig
its father the tree

She loves to shake her humongus caboose
while she chews with one side of her face
on a plump *** of tobacco...

and spits the juice
at any kindly folk who
dare walk up to this wacko.