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click slow dancing on the porch to the music
slithering from speaker panties
an image that goes around in my mind
like the pink rubber on a bike wheel
take the mental picture that captures
the horizon and the two woodpeckers
across the driveway
capture the panorama slipping before you
in rapturous stream of the conscious
stopping at the scenic view
that hears my sigh of pleasure
the hum of delight as we wander
down the dirt path to a lake
flexing our legs in a walk
past a reddish newt on his way
without concern, to somewhere else
to the yummy yum yum confines
but with the wee and glee of autumn
on the launch pad of pleasure
floating on the wisp of appetite from
carnival ride of your anatomy
to the tip point of your tongue
a lick smacking kiss that you use
to hold me on the edge of here
to there to in between hereafter
