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Click hereI lost you
on the trip across the bay,
while four smart lean boys and one Lady
referred to your body,
about your stature
their admiration
their smutty mouths lubricated,
fast, sour and more interesting
to you
after each
soft sample of Bitch spit
your swallow tail skirt,
the slim slit I requested waves free
in the wind
down your left outer
silver stocking thigh
black against gray sky
smooth gentlemanly carnivores
with forceful manners
hold me, svelte companion down
to slat wood bench bolted
to wave slapped deck
as
My love descends,
curiosity drives her below,
inner thighs are darker
she learns, deep in hold
with Lady always small cap
tight to skull
shaved here and there
unable to tell all
in the dim and soon
eye closed suggestions
voluntary, relaxed, goose bumped
needing muscle supported
back
tipping
without fear of falling
too deep
so luscious fucking deep
I keep coming back to this poem. Its as if I think maybe she will be found, and in a way she is. Every pass it is stronger, more clear, more familiar, wonderful, Mr. Walker, you sure know how to write a poem.
Seldom have I read a poem with such a balance between the narrative and the elaborately precise. I't was pure delight to read.
I really enjoyed reading this poem, parts of it were better than others, this is my favorite though..
your swallow tail skirt,
the slim slit I requested waves free
in the wind
down your left outer
silver stocking thigh
black against gray sky
silver stocking thigh, black against gray sky....yeah, thats really good :)