Erotic memories,
     Too much thought of,
     Like those curls of pubic hair
          Crossing onto her upper leg,
          Creeping out from beneath cotton panties,
Warming, tensing my body,
Setting mind and heart alike
                             to pounding,
Setting hopes and dreams aflame,
As a touch of skin
     Or a taste of human contact on my tongue
Brings dreams of light and goddesses,
Brings relief from every shade
     That dims my memories,
Worthy moment of pleasure,
     Expanding a taste of honey
     Into an emotional feast.

6/5/82

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