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waiting in the President's Garden.

suddenly longing (lightly as autumn leaves descending,
moving inward
the bathroom window, sweeping
to and fro the tiles, stepping lightly
against what's a foreign floor, touching mildly the walls)
for a long-legged girl, sleeping sickly on a near left-side,
sinking unkindly
beneath her heavy white breasts; breathing.
sniffling red nosed.but with
legs bare, o, i fear -- legs bare, spreading slowly, separating.
eyes inviting.
                               i seize.
there (a gunshot in the garden but even quicker and with rhythm this time
the red wet flesh at my  hips, delicious. dancing.)

25 Apr 06

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