Erotic Poetrythe trees know the trees know
what you
make me forget
you're Sandy & your skin is sandy
and sand is sandy too -
a steep wave
has dropped the dripping me
from the cold sun
onto warm sand
and it's too late for you
i've caught you
you're stretching like a cat -
throw away my
white gloves and magic hat
wh,
1990/5/12-15
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