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d a w n
has a thing for parrots
every time i suck on her calves and move
up aiming high she stops me
looking me in the eye she says
those damn letters in her fragile
childlike voice
p a r r o t
with something
going all blurry runny in the middle
that sounds like a mild purr
she has asked me a thousand
times if i like her breasts
i love them
one time i said no
she threw her bra
took a tray of ice
started dancing to some slow track
i never paid attention to the music
cause there was no blood flow to the brain
that night i broke all records and was
bed ridden most of the following day
she nursed and revived me
fluids hot bath kisses massage
a little tonguing here and there with
a bit of teeth and damn right
we ended up repeating the feat of heat
i had thought she was a cold one
sans an iota of oestrus
at times sits on my face after a shower
and i get transported to exotic isolation in that
tropical shrub smell
bull fights excite her
its that chaos that gets her wet
she is spanish
while saying enchilada she giggles
cause i giggle
at the airport she had put her hand on
her mouth and said caramba
cause its her favourite word
that was three months ago
after the euphoria drove in silence
only to reach home unsure
silly her silly me silly us
once unzipped
shaking her head she hugged me and
swooped straight down showering kisses
big wet kisses with big hot lips
that was the most romantic thing i had known
till that time cause she went on to achieve
greatness
thereafter
damn right we are always at it
she grunts and guffaws clutching the bed post
swears in Spanish
carajo
mierda
me lo pones en la boca
and says fuck
when she comes but we never get
to the part with the k
not that it matters
she likes everything back to back
movies books tequila shots sex
reverse cowgirl and hollers like a farm girl
as this is being written she is boling my milk
with some saffron cause i have been dry for two hours
no action tonight so she will fall asleep first
last time we made love i looked at her moving atop
gleaming in candle light with shimmering buds
that danced inches from my grit teeth
there was a moment when i knew if she got any more
beautiful then i might die
of overappreciation
but is that not every mans dream
i think i love dawn first thing in the morning
like everyone else
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