Question of love
Bountiful curvature, waves of hair
ponds for eyes like clear cloudless skies
flaming lips, smooth fingertips
shoulders like silk, firm as stone
her glance meets mine with horrific delight
this one is mine, taken, if just for the night.
Dawn arrives to rousing affection
we're both engaged in spontaneous combustion
heat of her love, thrust onto me
all time stands still,
our breaths merge, we cool each other with a chill.
sweat beads down her skin, across fine lines
we do not part can only stare, to remeber these times
lust for leisure love of pleasure, I have found the never leaver
fruit of the wicked, deed of the dead, neither or either
was fate that brought her to my bed?
ponds for eyes like clear cloudless skies
flaming lips, smooth fingertips
shoulders like silk, firm as stone
her glance meets mine with horrific delight
this one is mine, taken, if just for the night.
Dawn arrives to rousing affection
we're both engaged in spontaneous combustion
heat of her love, thrust onto me
all time stands still,
our breaths merge, we cool each other with a chill.
sweat beads down her skin, across fine lines
we do not part can only stare, to remeber these times
lust for leisure love of pleasure, I have found the never leaver
fruit of the wicked, deed of the dead, neither or either
was fate that brought her to my bed?
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