Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Flirtation - Poem by Claude McKay

UPON thy purple mat thy body bare
Is fine and limber like a tender tree.
The motion of thy supple form is rare,
Like a lithe panther lolling languidly,
Toying and turning slowly in her lair.
Oh, I would never ask for more of thee,
Thou art so clean in passion and so fair.
Enough! if thou wilt ask no more of me!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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