Will I See It Tonight
A Pussy's Alexandrine
Will I see it tonight; I mean your pussy’s might,
As it glistens and slowly opens like a book,
Which had touched many minds, stooped towards the moonlight,
Widening to a loving smile and a tongue’s hook?
You can keep your glasses on when you spread your lips
To seal a kiss that will linger until I die
In my chest, as my brain begins to understand
You are without a doubt the woman in my scripts,
The love of my life in every nostalgic sky,
The reason I want a curbing pineal gland.
O baby! In this moonlight you look like the Sun,
With your hair, wherever it shines, pulling me forth
Towards your pussy’s horizon where lust is spun
And my love for you is heading tacitly north.
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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.
About the Creator
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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I sense a theme... ;)