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          By Bonnie Enes

          Love for you came later in my life
          and there is
          that age difference
          you being much younger than I
          fresh, ripe
          I have things to teach you
          I hold you gently, your musk
          faint kisses like whispers
          I slowly peel off your linen shirt, let it
          slip to the floor
          slide my fingers over your slick skin
          while I lick you from head to toe
          your scent fills the kitchen
          I place you upon the wooden board
          and, with quick
          jerks, chop you into small pieces
          slide you into a warm bath of olive oil
          watch you sizzle till brown
          then devour you
          on a white cloud of Italian bread
          you make me giddy.

          © Copyright 2004, Bonnie Enes, All Rights Reserved.

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