let me spin
let me stop
on your thin dime kiss
let me
trace the curves
the french slide
of sultry
and meet you
at the beginning
go around and around
leaving the hint of pleasure
in the middle
let me roll
over your edges
like an art eraser
with the brush on
the end
pucker up
circle the wagons
in a big
ding dong
smooch
and roll
on the ellipse
of your spine
spinning the halo
of desire
filled by conic
justice