Angels of the Earth

*Meeting place*

A man at the gateway
To life
Another at the back door
Slowly slipping in-
Each enters his
Chosen orifice
Moist with anticipation
thrilled at the nearness
to one-another
perhaps two-another:
their slippery cocks
separated
by a few microns
of woman-flesh
feel each other
rub each other-
these men cry out
and meet as lovers
inside her.

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*Alone*

Open the windows
It’s warm everywhere
And the meadowfoam flowering
In the fields
Lends the scent of semen
To the late spring air.

Pull down the straps
Of your camisole
Expose your breasts
To the fragrant light
Twist your hardening nipples
Tickle your tight little asshole
Then send your fingers
Into your well
Make your pussy a spring
Of living juices.
Think of your lovers
Think of strangers
Think of me
Or of nothing at all.
Sometimes
The greatest pleasure we can feel
We create for ourselves.

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