Tuesday, April 02, 2013

1. Mandy Lynn

You are sleeping,
my fingers ache
to hold your slender neck
caress the breasts
of your tight strings.

Is your dream
of music
and the singing
of love ?

Can I tempt you awake
to dance,
in machinegun frenzy
on the blue grass,
when we embrace ?
Or shall we shallow
in the gentle lilt
of melody ?

I will fumble like a virgin
searching for pleasure
and make you cry
as we stumble, tumble,
through the learning.
Your beauty is not
just for selfish glimpsing
and momentary voyeur
but in the releasing
and the song
can sing.

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