you ain't no deer

 

 

Frankly, my dear,

You ain’t no deer!

No coy thing,

Fragile, timid,

Ready to run

At any sound…

Ready to run away

Into fearful hiding!

 

Naw!

You are a Molly Bloom

Blooming giggling deep belly lust!

Ale drinking

Pipe smoking

Pushing my hand deep inside you

After waiting amused

For us others to pick up

And join you

In a lusty jam!

 

Legs wide open,

Eyes trusting,

Yours is a fleshy universe,

On stage

In rapture trance

Musical warmth flowing

From sucking joy!

And I ain’t no deer hunter,

My dear!

 

© Frank Moore 10/14/2000

 

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