milking time

put in debbie

rub all over me

a little wine. . . .

and a memory

slips into you

soon it is summer

yet autumn is our


but in summer i

will travel to your state

and i imagine traveling

into you

i could skim your surface

with lips a plenty

somehow we should

be in a boat

please marinate

then sizzle on the grill

you deserve the

sensual images

like your kiss put on a whirligig

like a carousel of delight

that spins one's head

like the bovine moo

of pleasure

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