tufted down,
swollen lips, damp
thighs part;
perfume musk,
very faint.
orgasmic thoughts-
silver skull lined,
a thousand mirrors
reflecting foamy tide-
glass balls dancing
on a million fountains.
every pore an open window
asborbing heat,
light caress
scrotal vault.
a flood of iridescent sheen,
cool as jelly.
from the waters
rise great swooping spirals;
flocks of birds
with long slim legs
and brilliant plumage
lose themselves
in the white sea of space.
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