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.:Sashay:.

her nose turned up
with lips
on my cup
hours chasing what�s up
words again form
just to inform
a half cry asking why

�Sashay, Sashay, why you not give it to us�give us all you got?�

and it�s so hot
we taste the salt of her sweat
and her wetness
it is like oil, oil,
& more oil

burning

and it�s running everywhere
the slickness
tuned in
& turned onto our
sickness
we love this
the clicks of timeless ticks
the ones
within this
making sense for what�s tense
and it�s right
angled just right
there where the pain
where it starts & completes
where the first, then the second
the all on one
competes

the bites; indiscreet
where fear
on the edge of flight
it bears down
straight
through to the crevice
above us; then
to the other side of us
palm print on mattress
a slow fading
she-we live for the degrading
only to fall
then rise

again
the smack down
with the
gyro of her rotating
an active engaging; she�s baiting
it�s more of the same
bestowing of that same fear
getting smacked
around
only to be kissed
the lust of a tightened fist
our twist
the scream of
not enough
to see
in this light it can only be

the dim-lit
light of what we
want her to
be