For the Love of God
She was silken, her lovely arms
Smooth unlike any Kahlua-skin
It was heaven to be embraced --
Pity to bind her wrists tight
She was sweet, the taste in her
Lips unlike poetry ever flavored before
She had such a gentle kiss --
Pity to tape her lips shut
She was hot, her hypnotic body
Softer than the Holy Ghost's whisper
Ah, to forever see her smiling --
Pity to love her to death
By Adrian Feliciano
Saturday, 22 June, 1996
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