I rode him since that is what the true female lover does
wild, frantic me,
waiting for a sign, a twist of pleasure
the wet hands of the male lover
the hands of the man - they hold the treasure
my thirst and my hunger and my nectar
For he knows, and I know, and we know
it is a whim of fate and a cosmic curse
to dance with my lover in this silent night
We want to see with no eyes and love with no heart!
Naked bodies as caged birds!
The sweating whisper of those who die
immortal hedonism between my tighs.
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