Leches Poems - Poems about Leches

...heaven ... is my prison ... that dreamy, white tangle of percale where your limbs and mine weave sweaty magic - a moon-daubed canvas of pyretic passion, public ... no shut-door, drawn......

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...A meal is not a meal to me Unless it has dessert. When looking at a menu, I kick in to high alert. I have my favorites but at times I’ll sample something new And that is how a special treat ......

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