Mardi Gras

Sweet Mardi Gras I:

slight swing
of naked hips,
glinting soft caramel
in the moonlight

beats so smooth
they slide off open tongues
beads shake
hanging down
on our chests
push them up; roll them over
catcall to the midnight wolves.

Sweet Mardi Gras II:

deep voice
mouth like an ocean
fingers like the sea
stroke me down
to the deep damp sand

white sheer
fabric cling
so nice
pull here
push there
follow the lines
crossword puzzles

her body like an angel
mouth like a bow
eyes like a mirror
heart like gold.

– Zephyrine Satre

This entry was published on July 31, 2013 at 9:21 pm. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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