Whawas that stance

intrigued him

like a pretzel

unbaked 

a pretzel deliberately twistedturned before baking  eachan every lap provoking his eye

he could not look

though ofcourse  he cloaked his deliberation  

he didnt stare

brief asides

            the blood quickening in his veins

she was tall

wore calfskin halfboots

black jeans

an intricate white lace Indian shell open at the throat  a hint of cleavage

black hair at her shoulders

she stood an turned on a spit erect  round and round360 while talking animatedly  absently   on her cell

occasionally her left hand went to her hair  twisted a plait   childlike

she crossed her ankles at the degrees she had turned   an stopped

crossing them pinioned  accentuated her hips   rounding them even more

accentuated the V of her crotch

the cup of her ass

comely meat on a spit

maybe shed ring a dinner bell when she was done

cooked inside out

gently  rare 

maybe rawer 

blood raw  
           black an blue

2021,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  7. 19

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Ramsey Lewis  Sun Goddess  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYD7fLfnuzc