Puzzle to my piece you are
warm and full with pleasure
I tremble for you
desirous of palms caressing
your gently wrinkled silk
skin cascaded in your milk
pouring out with the feather of my touch
Peg to a hole
you do not slide but hammer in
hard redwood fibers burn
the delicacy of rose pink flesh
Pounding and clenching her petals
As you and the night glide beyond
Key to a lock
You are irreplaceable
Never could your part be played
By the falseness of plastic
Or models fragile as glass
I cannot break the spell you cast upon me
Oh slithering poisonous snake
You have me writhing for your venom
Let me kiss you with my lips
And take you between my breasts
As we slide into oblivion.
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