RED LADY
I hold her by her crimson
hips
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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