Old Poem: Dust & Lust

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This was a poem I published in the old days when I was at college. I was a young, stupid thing back then. I reminisce too often.

With my lips I kiss thine hips—
And caress thy back with my fingertips.
Thine hair—dark brown like toasted wheat.
Oh my, how soft and sweet!
Thine eyes glow glossy green.
Then I rub thy body: long and lean.
I place thine wand in my hand—
And stroke it gently—unlike sand.
I massage thee with every thrust—
While you moan with heart-felt lust.
I ravage thee for good measure.
All of this in the name of pleasure.
For us, making love is a must.
Yet, all of this comes from dust!