~ Tryst ~
Among strangers
she would steal a stare
and speak of Egypt and China
in no uncertain terms,
and of social mores
and decadence (moralities
old and new)
and alone, as the sex
matured between us,
and her eyes caressed like lips,
she rose, explaining that
a bit of honey dew would
prolong the moment
and sweeten the scent
and wet the dust to be
mingled with mine forever.
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Craig Kirchner, (U.S.A.)
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