By Terry Wayne terry39@juno.com
Date: 13 May 2000
Enchanted Night
Alas fair maid arise
Hark unto your lovers voice
Crack not the whip
With new leather's pain
But take my fingertips outstretched
To see what my love has unbound.
With unsated vigor my desires ardent voice
Calls forth your goddess
To minister to my need
With oriental cocoa butter
On hand of my delights first measure
Worship my fervor with quick deed.
Supple sinews that soak the moon's glow.
And open to my gaze as a flower blooms at midnight
To taste the dew of wet nature's secret.
Let me feast at the table before me
With a fervored pace
And unquenching thirst and dedication of purpose.
And when the white hot need of your body
Bursts forth into a new dimension
Only then will I enter your holy sanctuary
To worship at your altar. And your pale thighs
will scream for mercy.
As my kisses shower you with the beauty and
mystery of a million peacock feathers dancing on
your fiery nerve endings.
bliss anew, now adieu.
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