
naked maja
Francisco Goya
you can call me old fashioned I do
I bear my breasts my heart my soul
I shout out to the heavens and gods and winged angels
loving love and you
once a free spirit
hip loins, cool
now a foolish goober
a big assed ass
chiaroscuro
when it comes to lamouro
like that love
love the lovelove those wires
sizzling and our connectors
sympatically seasonally seasoning
no somatics here
we’re in IT
up to our hips
compelled to move possess
heat like a brick oven like the sun like lava pouring forth and up
warm ha! hot
wet to the core
warning:
I burn.will burn
that’s my price
I will toast those kernels
and pop your husk
move to the feeling grove to the reeling
for this more than sensation
take the connection straight up from
the source of my heart my heat my soul to yours
come
dance
the water’s like silk
this is not to say
when I feel the lure I
am chaste white and sugarsweet no no no, notatall
I will fuck like no tomorrow
there is a no tomorrow
more than a memory
wet stain on my bed
there is today now and tomorrow too
contradiction? o yes
loving love I love you


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scanner...thank you. I know you love poetry so that is high praise for me.
I'm a mess a mass of contrasts and questions and questionablity.
thank you chuck.
Rated.
BL4: I wish I could do my excellent Barry Fitzgerald imitation for you so I could say "I DO", as he did in The Quiet Man.
I do have a poets heart. I hope I am getting better at expressing it. So *I do* so thank you.
Rated and now favorited.
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smithery: I'm glad you liked it. I hope I made my husband blush. (big grin)
chiaroscura!
look in the mirra