The Key

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

– Petronius Arbiter, Roman writer, 1st century

 

THE KEY

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
(finally)
yields its madness
to soften
in wet agony, its head

bowed and cowed!

(between
frill and thrill
is key.

between
hitch and glitch
is switch.)

(c) 2002 Chito L. Aguilar

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