d  a  w  n

           
           
           
has a thing for parrots          
           
every time i suck on her calves and move            
up aiming high she stops me            
           
looking me in the eye she says            
those damn letters in her fragile            
childlike voice          
           
p a r r o t            
           
with something          
going all blurry runny in the middle  
that sounds like a mild purr          
           
she has asked me a thousand          
times if i like her breasts          
           
i love them          
           
one time i said no          
           
she threw her bra            
took a tray of ice          
started dancing to some slow track          
i never paid attention to the music          
cause there was no blood flow to the brain          
that night i broke all records and was          
bed ridden most of the following day          
           
she nursed and revived me          
fluids  hot bath  kisses massage            
a little tonguing here and there with            
a bit of teeth and damn right          
           
we ended up repeating the feat of heat          
           
i had  thought she was a cold one            
sans an iota of oestrus          
 
at times sits on my face after a shower            
and i get transported to exotic isolation in that            
tropical shrub smell          
   
bull fights excite her  
its that chaos that gets her wet               
   
she is spanish       
           
while saying enchilada she giggles          
cause i giggle
            
at the airport she had put her hand on          
her  mouth and said caramba                    
cause its her favourite word                   
that was three months ago          
                     
after the euphoria drove in silence   
only to reach home unsure
silly her silly me silly us  
          
once unzipped            
shaking her head she hugged me and          
swooped straight down showering kisses          
big wet kisses with big hot lips          
           
that was the most romantic thing i had known          
till that time cause she went on to achieve    
greatness    
   
thereafter          
           
damn right we are always at it            
she grunts and guffaws clutching the bed post          
swears in Spanish          
         
carajo          
           
mierda            
           
me lo pones en la boca          
           
and says fuck            
           
when she comes but we never get            
to the part with the k            
not that it matters          
           
she likes everything back to back          
movies books tequila shots sex          
           
reverse cowgirl and hollers like a farm girl          
           
as this is being written she is boling my milk            
with some saffron cause i have been dry for two hours            
no action tonight so she will fall asleep first          
           
last time we made love i looked at her moving atop          
gleaming in candle light with shimmering buds          
that danced inches from my grit teeth          
there was a moment when i knew if she got any more          
beautiful then i might die  
of overappreciation          
           
but is that not every mans dream          
           
i think i love dawn first thing in the morning          
like everyone else