Love

A fancifull desire
A wish
A tremble of bliss
A tender Kiss

A mad dash of pepper
A Feather
A Flame

An itching palm
The Torch light of passion

A jewel led crony by the fondling canine appetite.
The smell of scented sandal-wood and musk allure.

What is it that frees us from frenzied foes
And hold us close when nights are cold

What is it that gives birth to passion
And heats our hearts contentment.

LOVE,
The dance of fury
tamed like a bull fight
it flies like a storm
and settles like a pettle
on a still early morn.

Tis the waters that calm the torent
Of Roses SCREAMING as the grow

Two lovers dripping sex juice
Kissing the moon glow
Fealing the hearth grow

The funk and stench of the fuck and cum
The blow of sex sucking lust
80 degrees of intensity
drive me to this dream
let the hot passion
flow through my viens
and burn my heart with longing

Set me free apon these lava flows
Shake and Shudder
Climax and flutter

SET MY TORCH A FIRE!

Then sooth me
Swoon me
Tender desire

Calm my soul
And hold my trembling body close

Cigarett Sigh
Love my
EYE…

(Bhak Jolicoeur 02/14/98)