I move slow
It doesn't mean
I don't get places
It doesn't even mean
I don't get places fast
But I move slow
With long strides
and the world
Doesn't understand this

She is sweetly supine
With sordid swing
of supple hips

Such supreme sensation
to see her sway slowly
Her serpentine spine

Surely she is sacred

Let me
Kiss that harsh mouth
and bite those swift lips
while my hand
Slides down your spine
To the small
of your back
Step closer as
I pull you in
Climb my body
As I press you
into the wall
Let my passion rise
A pillar of flame
Seeking to ignite
The well of your
desire

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