My Lovers and LustsTodayI gave myselfto my other loversquiescentrocking,licking,lapping at the nerve endingsmade raw by yourdragging me on your rug soothing and secret loverscradling me gently to the symphony of my longing.sly and silent loversinexorable and constant.The sunA flirting thing which curls my heartstringsThe seaSafe cradle of my tattered emotionsentering meenveloping me
a bit of print-making now and then.
It wouldn't be as good as your way though.