Behind the cattle kraal
Against the velvet black of her skin
The moon illuminated light
A dim glow like a beacon in the night
Her breast on my palm did lay
Surprisingly heavy in such a slim figure
And the scent of opening flowers
Competed with the odor of her virgin flesh
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
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so many nights
spent praying to mary
a cherry stone
Little Onion
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