Paid in Full
In night time dreams, throughout a crimson mist, she dances before me.
In night time dreams, throughout a crimson mist, she dances before me.
A Sitar and Tabla, melt
through my mind
Crotales chime to the
kissing of her lips.
Her fragrant body falls
before me
sliding, creeping slowly,
seducing me.
Veils of pleasure fall away, she consumes my spirit
with the touch of her hand.
Like cashmere she unfolds
before me
a sound she whispers in my
ear.
Fifty dollars more mister?
P.I.F.
I lay her breasts on my
eyes.
Rob Kennedy
Tanya
Rossi
