Thursday, September 12, 2013

Fascicle [13]


Twilight. When she loves him
to make love to her.
She has waited a long time.

Her smile’s like a once-over
through her sidelong glance,
one arm cradling her long hair. 

Her breasts, nipples that pucker.
Her jinn under Mardi Gras beads.
Her legs around his wand inside her.

A dream of fucking as they sleep.
No rest? . . . The best is love’s rest:
Her piquant eyes too happy to weep.

(12-13 September 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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