Someday is not so far away.
Passionflower of love kicks.
Within your bountiful belly
lies the miracle of the sun-lit mid-west moon.

Perky pelvis rocks to music,
head bursting through darkness into light,
hair flying to where rag doll hands will dare
to touch you anywhere the flesh is taut and bare.

For me to behold,
for my eyes to behold,
is a blessing for my eyes.

Who’s inside you?
Friendly fingers, topsy-turvy toes,
engaged in summer’s swollen battle of the bulge.
This embryonic celebration, festival of fullness,
brings a twinkle to your smile.

Who’s outside you?
Frolicking upon your flatness,
amazing staring at the wonder of
magnificent mounds of milk that
satisfy sweet lips and voracious appetites.

For me to behold,
for my eyes to behold,
is a blessing for my eyes.

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