Beneath these
satin sheets,
my memory
flutters like
little birds on
indigo nights.
Folded wings
rest in my
mind's eye.
Fingers itch with
visions,
Delta of Venus,
orchids in bloom,
wet with the
sticky dew.
I grip my
virility
and begin
a slow
waltz...
It feels so
good.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 8:06 PM UTC
Beneath these
satin sheets,
my memory
flutters like
little birds on
indigo nights.
Folded wings
rest in my
mind's eye.
Fingers itch with
visions,
Delta of Venus,
orchids in bloom,
wet with the
sticky dew.
I grip my
virility
and begin
a slow
waltz...
It feels so
good.
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