Josephine

                                           JOSEPHINE 



She presses flowers, she presses her jeans,

she's pressing her legs, and now she's pressing my skin   ---

Ah, terrestrial  Josephine......


      Somebody had to tell you, you're quite the woman, and

     You've met a man who wants to go down on you   ---


Josephine  is gonna tell me about love,

   with the eyes that give a hint,

     of the possibilities of the moment...

         The sperm flows thru Josephine

into oblivion, into the ceiling,

          as her tongue searches the air

before settling on her lips......


           She can feel the timber, the staff of life

between her thighs, and later when she stands

            It runs down her leg......


Josephine walks like she's done it all

And she leaves like in the moment she arrived   ------




(c)    by    Sol Spitz