Tangerine the scene, spilling through this green glass....
Crossing her thighs as she bathes amid love's afterglow
Dare I let Ginger go; knowing insatiable is her hunger ??
Staring outside the window and a sudden knock upon
The red door; deja vu it seems, I have been here before
Familiar this scent while she peers; moors moon brushed
Aside midnight blue with carmine hues, filling her eyes....
Ahhh, but time to loose these binds when the girls enter
Smiling in tune, as slowly sliding across, her fiery flesh
Glowing amid natures splendours; she bending forward
Inquiring unto that my heart; all I could think of although
Were Shakespeare; they reaching for her arching screams
Renaissance recapturing a stained-glass reflection; quoting
Macbeth as I pierced the depths of her sixteenth century....
...."Mars ~ 'Cat People'" *