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p.21, Love in a Handful of Dust by Kirk Ramdath
– Poem, "your black panties"
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the panties that most
entice my mind
black cotton, no frills
unremarkable, except
the girl who wore them
wore them every time
one day, i had to ask
if she wore the same panties
not the same ones, she said
three for ten dollars
my favourite panties
are the ones you are wearing
right now –
my mouth goes silent
when it senses a purpose
higher than speaking
i fall to my knees
can muster only
please
if you will let me
do not let me yet
deny me twice
tell me i am not worthy
tell me to lick your feet
or your asshole
i will do it
if it pleases you
when i ask you the third time
my voice loaded with the promise of pleasure
like a threat
like i will die if i don't taste you
only then
only when
you cannot bear it yourself to wait
tell me yes
put your hands on my head
pull me to you
so i may worship you
with an ancient prayer
to the temple of your body
your sacred, secret place
of coarse hair
and soft skin
your scent and your wetness –
ambrosia of venus
but you taste better
with each kiss
the deep, wet mix
your arousal and my spit
we become one heat
one body
one mind
gone to oblivion
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