— a Chaucerian Roundel of passion

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar

Wind shreds the porch screen; lust can’t contain

Our lips taste like ozone, no world before

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

Bodies arch—lightning—our dam ...

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—dawn along Lake Michigan, a pantoum

Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.

Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.

I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.

By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.

By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.

Spray turns silk dress to glass,...

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Meet me in silence
Free from the noise of the moon
The unrequited lust for spring
Hold me without need for growth
or the raucous call of the starling
You will find the empty nest
Vacancy allows for new mergers
Even if we disassemble a fierce display
Play upon pleasured strings
Trace, finger, delicate chords
Private notes, sensual, thrilling,
They only lead us back
To silence
Yes, soli...

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Hitting your Spot 
I know the spot 

That makes you hot 

I'll push those buttons 
Until all of a sudden 

Your skin will blush
Your pussy will gush

In you with every hump
Your flesh riddled with goosebumps

Eyes rolling back and toes curl
Thats right I take care of my girl

You explode with pleasure 
that cannot be measured 

That's it Baby 
let me drive you crazy 

Give y...

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