©Matinee Love Sessions
Mona Arizona
Mimi Wolske-Mona
Arizona™
All Rights Reserved
People tell me it's
you who makes me wanna do
all those things I shouldn't,
but when you're thirteen
hundred miles away,
we need our time to play—
when protestors can
never intervene.
Don't say it's
useless; it's not wanton wishes...
don't tell me there's
too little freedom these days.
It's you who brings
night, turns up the Fahrenheit
turning love sessions
into matinees.
You can be my
Queller, my hypnotic speller;
you can cast your
magic charms over me.
Can't we go down that
path knowing the aftermath;
won't you let me see
your tumidity?
You're no reprobate...you
did not perpetrate...
and I have not been vitiated.
I want to hold you;
do what lovers do...
I wanna love you 'til
we're both sated.
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