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Sugar wife,
slipping husband,
massaged honeymoon flesh
wrapped in cellophane.

The sound of a water clock
cascading down
her mysterious frontage.

Handprints on
the glass pane
opaque with remnant steam.

Let your eyes
be your guide,
when dressed in
the tiniest temptations,
she catwalks into the room
with a novel idea for two.
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I’m not scared to bite the darkness
Layers upon layers, this kind of magic
Your voice breathes thin in the night,
While i try not to hold mine
How’d i miss the package that wanted to be opened, as it flew in
It happens to be in my bedroom
It’s shared its dancing floor and been pictured to places beneath her walls
Drawn in the doorframe that bares light
Laid in the clothing, beneath what her skin has worn tight
I already delivered what was soon not hidden anymore
It’s this gift that is worth giving, beneath the mess and thrill of it all
Wanting to be treated, relaxed and felt needed
Open minds seated in galaxies where body and polar souls meet at
Aiming creatively, with the willingness one takes
To defy all space, with the limits of a bond made

A story unfolds in her eyes,
the little runaway recites,
depth in an iris of secrets,
halcyon days and sapphire nights.

Release the words dearest youngling,
bleed the emotions you regale,
let the narrative entice time,
weep the history of your tale.

She blinks and the page slowly turns,
another chapter taking shape.
The story unfolds in her eyes
and lids close as she seeks escape.