Oasis In the Promise Land
Too frequent conversation
compels dull drum patterns.
O' for refreshment.
The doll faced muse
in pale ivory still frame
summons me.
Great, sultry mistress,
I want your rolling thunder breasts
on top of my own;
nipples so hard they indent the skin.
I want your breath
like from the mouth of a buzzed angel
to be breathed into mine.
I want to discover,
to be engulfed by
your warmth.
Lay back, my seductress.
Part your smooth, unsteady gates.
Reveal to me
your paradise.
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