a camel colored peach
with it's nectar dripping
into sweet rivulets of juice
at the edges of a full moon.
A teasing of honeysuckle
to an entreaty of tease,
a rollicking surrey
with fringes that bow...
to a red-lipped oval
that quivers somehow
and the earthshaking
beckon that shivers below.
A second to gasp
a vowel's uttered praise
a panting,
a psyching,
a musing...
Cupid's spurting arrow
and Kewpie's sultry gaze.
A wolf will wait his turn to pray.
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