I hold her by her crimson


she sits on me

facing my feet


she is a red road disappearing

into the jungle bushes

of Mozambique

a red road that is

infinite pleasure

she dissolves into me

my member dissolves into her

red road


the jungle is deep

and undulating.



(C)2017 by W.G. Milne



((NOTE:  add painting image))



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