When He Pressed His Lips (Steve Kowitt)

November 25, 2009

When he pressed his lips to my mouth
the knot fell open of itself.
When he pressed them to my throat
the dress slipped to the floor.
So much I know, but when his lips
touched my breast, everything,
I swear, down to his very name,
became so much confused
that I am still unable, dear friends,
to recount (as much as I would care to)
what pleasures were next bestowed
upon me, and by whom.


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