Her mane curls in luxurious waves

Lush, bouncy; an ebony itch to lusting palms

Her eyes are twinkles; silver lights peeking beneath a coal shawl

Titillating flirtations of the Geisha


She numbs your miseries in cotton shawls

Lends your hand a bottle. Maybe two.

Whispers secrets of deepest dreams

And amps orgasmic moans when the genie yields to seeking thrusts



Whispered kiss ferried on winds; a promisory glance back at the lover

Your heart aches. Curses ascend with dawn’s voyeurism of your tryst

Your eyes, like glue, stick to her departing behind; anticipating dusk


-For night


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