Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Riff On Marcus McKinley Poem


the sheets are on fire
You so inspire



I have awakened you
Oh, dormant desire

Caressing hands
warm and Whisper
suggestions make
My fingers blister
Release me with your kind permission

I mount you in your
Favorite Mission…

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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