thee art the night
indescribably hued a rose
and maketh me to lay
in the ocean of your petals in the velvet fissure of your *******
supine; yoked to the chariot of
your thighs who,in their twain, is silken breaths of heaven
thou art a flower. in whose tremulous stems i am stupidly thrusting
a thorn. palely now a part of your flesh. in the part of your flesh.
swims my lips on the svelte belly of your sternum. under and greedy
of your eyes. the lashes of pleasure. inking your face.
but though i deserve you not: incredibly you made me for your bed
blooming simple honey.a summers day's night
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
thee art the night
indescribably hued a rose
and maketh me to lay
in the ocean of your petals in the velvet fissure of your *******
supine; yoked to the chariot of
your thighs who,in their twain, is silken breaths of heaven
thou art a flower. in whose tremulous stems i am stupidly thrusting
a thorn. palely now a part of your flesh. in the part of your flesh.
swims my lips on the svelte belly of your sternum. under and greedy
of your eyes. the lashes of pleasure. inking your face.
but though i deserve you not: incredibly you made me for your bed
blooming simple honey.a summers day's night
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