Covered
by Paula Sfeir

Naked, I reply to your humid tongue,
Pictures with colors, water without boats, tasting nipples.
In my playground your peacock sings and sinks forward
Inside myself.

Always covered and sealed like an envelope.
Yellow roses
Detect my parlor
Like make-up.

I scream your ring on top of each other,
Black lover well behaved, searching for good luck
In between sheets covering us with intentions.
Nothing can watch us.

Your arms grab onto my fingers
Satisfied and compacted as a womb.




Chocolate

With round yellow sol only provision
Such act was made only once, as his
Soft voice said: ‘more', while I howl
Like moos of a cow: as leaves covered my brightness.
Standing still until my loudness melted his cock
Whose sex acts penetrated-melting like chocolate.
Paula is from Santiago de Chile raised in Mexico City. Her work has
appeared on or going to be: S.M.U.T. Magazine, The International Journal
of Erotica,
www.muse-apprentice-guild.com.www.erotica-readers.com
(Poetry Gallery), Aesthetica Magazine, Edifice WRECKED, The Literary
Sybarite: Erotic Poetry and Prose Poetic Diversity, peacockblue.com
bluefood.cc, in the Anthology Deconstruction Quarterly, Zygote in my
coffee, Word Riot, Auckland Poetry and Scorched Earth Publications.
comments can be emailed to
paula_vsk_9@hotmail.com
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