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Yoni

Someone told me that sex was
only love slightly misspelled--
Feeling like early Judy Garland or 
a darling man from those Jean
Genet novels. Feeling like pieces 
of heaven falling down with the
sweet twist of her ass. Curvy 
feminine forms slide down to 
become goddesses that make me
a pagan! Opening Pandora’s box 
and finding much more than
Spartan pain, Eve fruit was of knowledge 
& oh, what sticky fruit it is.  Through
mists of nymphs and satyrs reading 
erotica in dims lights--I feel at peace. . .
Here and now in this sacred place
deep within her and me and she.