Marmalade and beer
Coffee and a cold woman
Cigarettes and Sperm.
The earth is a woman
Her blood is lava
Warm currents rise
From the depth of her passion
As the intimate taste
of marmalade and coffee
Arise
on the tongue
Her eyes are languid
Mystical and smokey
Suffused with the languor
Of cold sex and cigarettes
Her skin is tepid
Like english beer
Rivulets of sperm
Adorn her soft breasts
She is dripping and scorching
Like a tree in the forest
Expanding and burning
Like a fire in the temple
Like a clitoris on heat
Fresh kneaded and beady
Like a wish
Like a rosebud
Stroking her petals
Releasing her sap.
...mmm what a desert this poem is
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