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Click hereSit cross-legged, Buddha baby.
Shut your eyes; go blank.
Arms out, palms up on each knee, and
Breathe, my fecund mystic!
.
Candle flame of quiver, glowing,
Halves your face in orange and black.
Buttons down your blouse-front loosen,
Victims of my fingers' fumbling!
.
Down your sides this open shirt seems
Less a top and more like vestments
Donned by virgins on a stone where
Master readies them for love.
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Measured paused. I reach inside
The black and orangeness of your front.
Spread the blouse a bit more wide,
You gasp but, darling, stay shut-eyed.
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One breast orange and one breast black--
Candle-litten eye-trick! Both
Nipples, though, each catch some light:
The dark breast can't quite hide itself
Completely from my moving hands.
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One word, "Play," I speak out loud and
Then your hands are freed to plunge where
Flamelight has no chance to reach.
And I? On knees now, cock in hand,
Slide it into fingers, palms, and
Frictive brushing skin sounds mingle,
Singing with your chanting moans.
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Time is naught, for we are now.
Edge-clung, I abate my hand and wait.
Buddha baby's almost there! Mystic
Pleasure has her locked inside her
Mind; she knows I watch, my
Glans but inches from her chest whose
Nipples twitch and jounce in rhythm.
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Vulvic kneading at her darkness!
Mystery movements are to me
Strange rites -- femininity! She
Breathes a mannish lung of air, her
Mouth agape and frozen: there!
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Launch my hand with savageness.
Cast the mess! The spatter shots so
Forceful, heard, like fingers drummed
On canvass tent walls.
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Palms she lies on knees again,
I lick her breasts clean of myself,
Prostrate myself before her feet
And kiss the palms still finger sticky.