Lost in Summer

The smell after removing soak sweat panties
cock before the room of only two eyes
her full summery incense
beads along the small platform breast
dewdrops freeing the hole

legs apart slow shaking
vintage Bebop
flip flop two cheeks
fanning summers heated tushy

stay . . . manifest
upon request
descriptive thorough blue note
on back of signature jacket of Bud Powell

her summery scent now pronounce
by tangle whips of humid air
from an open window low puffing voile
cast an usual aphrodisiac

quest hold of chance
sniffing under parted limbs
drinking warm drops
tender licks salt pubic feeler

spontaneously enthrall within her walls
of summer.

© 2012 Lepadah