oo oo
the velveteen delight
of your pleasure fountain
your cool breeze images
of the night rolling over
your flesh
jumping at the chance
of your haunches
spring nights and
the juice of desire
that is produced
a porch that swings
with the future
of your hips
tasting the sweetness
of your bunny hutch
shooting out the justice
of downy evening cuddle
with you
sweet b.b.