*Pandering to platitudes am I….
Running riotously adrift
To spice my day with pleasures.
Pleasures caste in portraiture so stark
Of thee my love, of thee.
In curvature of smooth refrain
And delving vortex of unimaginably fine dark fur.
Reclined in attitude of ease…
With mischief dancing about thy porcelain, painted lips.
Oh that I could die with this indelible art?
Slip away to this shrill cacophony of sweet,sensate spree?
M.*
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
*Pandering to platitudes am I….
Running riotously adrift
To spice my day with pleasures.
Pleasures caste in portraiture so stark
Of thee my love, of thee.
In curvature of smooth refrain
And delving vortex of unimaginably fine dark fur.
Reclined in attitude of ease…
With mischief dancing about thy porcelain, painted lips.
Oh that I could die with this indelible art?
Slip away to this shrill cacophony of sweet,sensate spree?
M.*
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