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Lingua Amoris

                                                                  

Beaujolais and baguettes

Are the lowliest of the myriad potions

Romantics carry around in their portmanteaus.

Ecstasy and epiphany rank infinitely higher,

In the pecking order of aphrodisiacs.

Poems composed in the lingua amoris

And read to a naked lover

Are the ultimate in intellectual sensuality.

Seized, I begin writing a magical lyric to twilight.

Soon, I'm caressing her cool-breeze breasts,

Reveling in pleasures undefiled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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