Erotica / Poetry Xochiquetzal September 19, 2020 hermanshermitLeave a comment She tells me right, pointsTo the left, I turn round andRound, when will I stop? She makes me stop, thenTells me go, spin round again,Vertigo’s embrace. She picks me up, andPuts me down, and up and downLet’s hope we don’t drop. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...