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absolute women
what devious mind designed the bikini?
did he realize how it would torture me?
and I speak for every man in whom beats the heart
of the savage beast, whose prime directive is to
copulate, and populate the earth.
a fragile strand of almost nothing, xilinous fibre
covering nipples that elongate in the licking breeze.
a whisper of fabric concealing nocturnal lips, pearlescent
gates that harbor the home of all human desire
(her pleasure treasure).
and when this did not sustain my lustful appetite,
I traveled to nude beaches in Jamaica, to clothes-free
Cypress Cove in sun-kissed land, and Club Paradise,
so aptly named, where Eve and her identical sisters
parade proudly in all their newborn glory, shouting
unspoken pledges of decadent passion, shallow promises
that I must, as Catullus ordained, write upon the wind,
and on the rushing waves.
and thus, with unquenched yearnings, I retire to the sanctum
of my torrid (and very aquarian) dreams…
~ the first sinner was a woman ~
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