Short Aboil Poems

Too see again Saint Elmos's fire
prance and dance on moonlit wings
See  clouds aboil in starry skies
as sleep oercomes my tired eyes
and Morpheus turns all to dreams
To waken now so many turns
Away and past what somehow seems
Unreal as Elmo's  fire burns
so cold in rushing ignored winds
Of memories returned...

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The glistening oil,
Beaming and sliding
Bodies in sweat and hard, hard body
Parts, into sexual, multiorgasmatic, release
Hellfire body, and fluids aboil
Spewing forth in volumious taste,
Raw cane sweet and brine finishes, 
surrounded by money piles
Secured by wet lip ****s,
And stone hard jocks,
The rise and fall in the desert,
Licking the delicately gloved hand,
Colored blue velvet 
Kissing her name and petting her persuasion....

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