Paul Walker

Arrival Of The Queen Of Sheba

You come towards me in the dusk,
Reduced to scents and shadows.
As your robe falls to the floor,
The air crackles and melts

The soft curve of your belly rises
Like a new moon from the ocean;
While candle light dances in rivulets
Across your breasts

Reaching my trembling body,
You flood my thirsty ears
With your feverish whispers.
Then bending down, you

Fart

and fall over laughing.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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  • Gone Away (3/24/2010 1:12:00 PM)

    Very good.....made me laugh!

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