(A Hollywood Park Poem)

I see her naked
With my eyes closed
Each breast a half peach
And the cheeks of her ass
Symetrical hemispheres
A sliced melon

I can touch her
Deeply in my dreams
Her flesh feels firm
Yet soft like ripe mango
And the taste of kiwi
Lingers on my tongue

I can see the smell
Of her moving like
A shadow around me
A flicker of motion
A flash of movement
That is Venus waking