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An ****** haircut,
she does give,
that only a lover can;
sweetly amatory
are the cuts and nicks,
that heighten
my  sensual pleasure.


                  click of scissors -
                  the sound her lips make,
                  when we hesitantly unlock,
                  after a long, squiggly, sloshy kiss.
    

                                            *now, her scissors
                                            get busy, giving the
                                            tips of my hair
                                            sweet pain of love bites,
                                            my ***** are on fire,
                                            goosebumps sow desire,
                                            my eyes, wink and shut,
                                            if I swoon, no wonder,
                                            this sweet torment,
                                            brings me to the limits.
Revised a bit, thanks to my excellent collaborator/alter ego
Crush the painted pestle stained
of berries, purple, black
Liquid crimson geranium blood
red the paper sack
Gathering colors, lushly green
go shades of tan the water weeds
mixed upon a stone
Woodsy calls, her depths of fall
lone a painter's
home
She said kiss my boo boo

I misheard

And

S L A P
The decorator said
            - would you like a little touch up your back
               passage?

Woman replied
           - don't you think we should wait till you've re painted the hallway!
A new day dawns bright
I sip cold and golden air
Contented to be
Moon winds pretend to know me
clouds steal the sky away
never knowing my name
Remove the veil
what game            
night stars
play
Upon bended knee fashioning a key
from times when life has kicked me
I ner' took stock just picked the lock
and let myself in cheaply...

for what it's worth from time of birth
I've lied and cheated freely
alcohol and aerosol
and women touched me deeply
they said repent for life miss spent
but I say you can *******
for kingdom come his will be done
for he already knows me
He knows the score that's why the door
was left unguarded clearly
so bend your knee and praise daily
I'll not be there beside thee
yet I'll get in despite the sin
because I want it wholly
Barefoot I walk
the shifting sands
within your sleeping eyes
tracing I love you's
upon the shore
were I  but able to swim
within your tears
and enter softly your dreams
I would
for sleep steals from me
your kiss
your touch
your laughter
let me but kiss your shuttered eyes
and taste
you
my sweetest of dreams.
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