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telekinetic foreplay
she leaves her sonsy
at home
stripping mind down
to bare essentials:
dangling dendrites
ice breaks pure
untainted by carnal warming;
it’s a gray revolution and
telekinetic foreplay’s the rage
our tongues untie
in didactic spurts;
lips engage,
words fly like scarlet tanagers
cued to celestial magnets
she leads,
I follow;
together we migrate
to higher ground
beyond the snare
of flesh-baited tackles
dulcet is love
consummated in the cerebral zone...
~ P
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