Aphrodisiac
You do it for me, baby...
Cucumber Falls,
two sultry bodies gliding
beneath an emerald
waterfall...
chipped nail polish...deep
red...
nipple hard breasts...
Sailing at South Beach,
tossing our swimsuits into
the sea...
ultimate freedom...
my captain...
You know my fantasy about
sailors.
You're wild; you know that...?
But then, I am, too.
My bedroom, our haven...
dozens of white candles...
soft music...violet satin...and...
whipped cream...
We both acknowledge our
insatiable hunger.
You play guitar so well that
I become a puppy, licking
your devotion,
and if I cry, you become my
emotion.
You know, you've torn two of
my brassieres lately, but it's
okay...
You make me happy, baby.
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