black moss

By Chana Costa © 2001

my tongue eeled

through her arched toes,

moist, unhurried,


slick lips


glided on limber arc



stream of first pleasure



along the thigh


and into black moss,

my chestnut-smooth foot
disappeared into the wet
Copyright 2001 Chana Costa, All rights reserved.
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