The Key

“Delight of lust is gross and brief
And weariness treads on desire.”

– Petronius Arbiter, Roman writer, 1st century



his key
opens the lock to her soul
where a flock of ecstasies dwell.

in hardened swell
it slips into her slippery keyhole
of ancient darkness…
where fluids of musky scent
are spent
flowing in raving rhythm.

till his key
yields its madness
to soften
in wet agony, its head

bowed and cowed!

frill and thrill
is key.

hitch and glitch
is switch.)

(c) 2002 Chito L. Aguilar


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