And the cosmos created Anthoula
Neon nobility in my Anthi
Truth reverberating in Athena
Heroine of my mind heart and fancy
Oozing love from every pore into M
Untying his soul within her blue heart
Looking at his eyes showing her love’s stem
As he contemplates her parts as his art
...
Kneeling to her grace to avoid falling
Anticipating her smile’s denouement
Never finding any fault with crawling
Every time to her beauty’s echelon
Nose tongue and prick will serve her pussy well
And fingers will always be there to spell
...
Dedicated to Anthi Psomiadou. Please note that Anthoula means “tree”, Anthi means “flowers”, and Kanéna means “no body” in Greek.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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