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Permission granted by author for anyone to distribute this
writing free of charge (including translation into any
language)...under condition that no profit is made therefrom,
and that it remain intact and complete, including title and 
credit to the original author.

Ezekiel J. Krahlin


© 1997 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

writing you another poem doesn't mean a single thing
unless the angel in your heart takes wing:

brushing my lips across your morning stubble makes no sense
without anticipation tense

tasting the salt on your neck with my slippery tongue doesn't delight
if I don't also bite

caressing your smooth muscular legs with my feet is a bore
unless you want more

groping your crotch through those thin sporty shorts doesn't work
until the coffee is perked

savagely ripping your shirt to devour your manly chest isn't much fun
if you snore like a Hun

wrestling with your naked firm butch body in passionate play won't do it
if you already blew it