black moss

By Chana Costa © 2001

my tongue eeled
 
through her arched toes,
 

moist, unhurried,
 

slick lips
 

glided on limber arc
 

suckled
 
stream of first pleasure
 

hand-guided,
 

along the thigh
 

and into black moss,
 
my chestnut-smooth foot
 
disappeared into the wet
 
 
Copyright 2001 Chana Costa, All rights reserved.
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