This was the first even remotely erotic thing I ever wrote.


2-16-1996
 
melted
 
	syrup
 
		pours
			
			thick
			
				in
					a
	
					slow syncopated bellydance
				   chocolate 	   rhythm 	ribbons
		patterepatterning, Celtic knots and French fancywork
			make feather sketches and Pollock paintings
			      on the cavewall curving of your breasts.