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" sunday stream"
photography by doreen peri digitaly enhanced

what can i do to please you

let me love you when the morning
flirts with fantasy and take myself
to you and be your thirst
drenched and satisfied!

do you want me now?
what can i do to please you?
can i somehow tease you
with my smile?
what style of me do you desire?
should i tie my auburn hair on fire
then glisten it with a dip of raven wings,
let down to be spread wide on a pillow
with the soaring of dark
to touch the mark
of your soul?

do you want to hold me now
and touch my skin like satin?
make the moment happen
with your tears?

what fears have you?
and can i take them into me
renewing all the years
which disappeared?

you are my depth of heart,
dined like an appetizer
my start of life, birthed,
and when i saw your eyes
served up on the verb
off a taste of tongue,
you gave me worth
breathing poetry
from lips
in lick to meet
the twines which touch
the earth of me!

coming home, so hard the journey
on the destiny of Time
dismissed by watches
disappearing, set forth
and back again.
coming home made me
your second hand,
grasping the first
from the outside
of a palm, calm
and mend two hearts
which have been speared!

come close to put your face
upon my thigh and lie your head beside
my longing! let the scent of me
fly you to my spirit!
the song you sing is near me
and i hear it -fantasy born -
and it is mid-morn -
please let me take
you in~!

give me your hand

let me put it on my breast with mine,
feel the beating of the thrust of must
and need and let me plead with will
and tempt it with the filling
of your dare!-
come please come
and let us spare the
tease! please, what
can i do
to please
you?

 

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