My Dear,
This end is for you.
And this other end,
over here,
is for you too.
The clothespins are optional.
But the hot wax and ice cubes
took great preparation along with the honey
from contented bees of organic mountain flowers
Your choice for anointment.
Your thighs, your nipples.
The pinches of pucker
and mine not yet so adorned
For now let's leave the batteries
on the closet floor.
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