关于MarysLamb英文诗词
Marys Lamb
by Wanda Coleman
the fall of velvet plum points and umber aureolae remember living
forget cool evening air kisses the rush of
liberation freed from the brassiere
forget the cupping of his hands the pleasure
his eyes looking down/anticipating
forget his mouth. his tongue at the nipples
his intense hungry nursing
forget sensations which begin either on the right or the left.
go thru the body linger between thighs
forget the space once grasped during his ecstasy
sweet sweet mama you taste so