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The Writings of Vangie Pinkney

priapic god

prevision of us
in passion's splendor
varigated and taut
with squeals of bliss
a kiss, a caress
on my cheek and breast
makes the moment roil
in swollen wonder
love for the ages
that is all i can see
not the fact
that you don't always
understand me
We seldom speak
when not in bed
I never know
what's in your head
you leave for hours
i wait and wait pray
you are all right
and still I wait
is this the price
for a priapic god
stave off the loneliness
that returns and returns
is it worth it
I wonder

Vangie Pinkney(c) copyright 8-2000