Titero-y-Gaca
By Ed Crane
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Hungry eyes scan your body's curves
cloaked in daytime's subtle reds, rusts
and browns. They wonder at your change
to evening’s blues, purples and greens.
The heat you possess hides below
dark beauty. An all-consuming rage
raising fantastic erections that mark
the passing of your red hot passion.
Below, on cooling under-parts, black
softness points to your fertility. Readily
feeding the desires of your admirers
with intoxicating fruits of Bacchus.
No man that gazes upon you can live
the remainder of his life unchanged
by the rhythms of your sleeping secret
and not fear the day you awake again.
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This is brilliant. I read it
This is brilliant. I read it through a couple of times to absorb it fully.
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I think you lay a false trail
I think you lay a false trail. I thought it was a woman and I couldn't work out who, in general. But it wasn't a general. A landscape of feelings.
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Spent many a great holiday in
Spent many a great holiday in Lanzarote during the 1980s. You bought back memories of Camel rides up to the volcano and eating barbecued food. The wonderful beaches and great people. Often wonder if it's still the same.
Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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