Bathroom versus moon Mirror

was a blue moon and stars stamped dress Night

the thin curtain of clouds slowly drew back the hands of the air

and white and humble hut were alone

she and

a beautiful woman six decades almost twice teen years lying in bed ” double ”

sensual woman mud put the kettle on Kitchen

and when the water was almost boiling

she put a punt towel soap and other things

at the foot of the mat where lay expectantly pubescent

in the mirror Moon wardrobe pine

and naked soaped and rinsed gourd to gourd looked in the mirror of the moon

pleased with shapes and curves that had

one ” Diana Hunter ” in the intimate fantasies forest

while the waiter looked as between erotic dreams haunted drain the water through the thin skin of her …

at dawn the boy in a fetal position felt the soft thighs of women who at the same instinctive posision looking nest between her legs

he felt the warm cute female nudity but did not touch

because he was a young child afraid to sin

and that beautiful woman with santa face and body temptation

It was his mother.