Posted by: tsopr | July 16, 2010

The Master’s Piece

The Master’s Piece

The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked body
through her hot, darken coffee

Copyright © 2010 Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago

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