You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again.
– Homer, The Iliad –
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly
begins with mine fiercely to fool
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)