Waiting: Her ******* rest upon layered lacquer::: the tides of her hips arch high, press and point needle North, in a nascent newborn lust
she is infectious in her descent... she draws down, slowly South... unaware I see her there... I am frozen, wanting only to crawl toward the taste
the hammer of my heartbeat plays silent symphonics, she holds herself, moaning, to the sounds of a harbor rhythm:::
i make my way toward her
this man's approach is unique.
Calculating the quiver of anticipation::: the man is instinct, the man
grows hypnotized.
The pendulum::: the zig zag::: our protagonist reads her inner thighs.
The vine of his attraction now extends to where those thighs meet.
She is ready.
The sun had given way to tepid snowflakes
And we know she owns the fall,
the
auburn occidental autumn
until it's crunchy brown
