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spinning the single malt bottle

in the direction of your lips

in deep seated cravings



your naked hip pocket

has it’s own jolt

in my imagination



your saunter

is in my memory

but i search for it

to be within my touch



i confess to loneliness and

the ache of my celibacy



i have the images that fogs

the window of your thoughts

all that slides so smoothly under

my lips and into my arms



hoping the tenderness

of your spirit is like the tenderness

of your velveteen centerpiece of pleasure