Slow Dance
When with lust and life
I am smitten
And to your bosom
And breasts I cleave
Don’t call me weak
That youth and femininity
Have power over me
I worship the sacred in you
As you worship the sacred in me
With joy and naked song
We make love and stare
At god, rainbow, universe
For each body rare
And each holy kiss
I find divine repair
The flesh at least allows
A bit of blood and glory
In pleasure few, or foul, or taken
With but these lips
And a sainthood’s heart
Evolution decreed naked girls
With silver combs and red lips
Have thus a hold on me
In every decade, for the glory
Of life’s bounty, is in you.
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Wuji Seshat 