He leaves for a few days
so ****** poetry I can write
he is a cruel master
yet I worship him and his star ship

So whist my master is away..

The Scent Of Her

The scent of her
her womanhood in sweet sweat
oh what nectar was this Venus
and goddess beneath the sheets

My sustenance did come between her thighs
as she pushed me to her secret place
and I would bathe in her warmth
eyes closed and all other senses alert

Our time was holy
our time was unadulterated
and I gave her all my love
in return she gave me drive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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