your shoulder sinks into the soft mattress
your fragile face appears in my dream
the two slopes of your thighs behold my eyes
that stare at your mouth sucking in my love
the words stick like honey between paper
the paper shrivels while my pen is still
the table surface at the bed's end lies
where your brown feet curl above the white sheet
i follow the lines of your golden calves
like unwinding ariadne's thread
gently my white hands slide down your bum
like a rock down a mount of tender love
tender my love, you should go down on me
like an angel climbing down onto me
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