Naked, she stands,
eyes fixed, lips raised toward sky—
What if I’d taken the red-eye?
Blood rushes, falls;
knees meet ground, no bed at all.
She glides, a velvet chain,
tongue where sweet honey rains.
Her scent fills air’s swell—
my soul under spell.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 6:56 PM UTC
Naked, she stands,
eyes fixed, lips raised toward sky—
What if I’d taken the red-eye?
Blood rushes, falls;
knees meet ground, no bed at all.
She glides, a velvet chain,
tongue where sweet honey rains.
Her scent fills air’s swell—
my soul under spell.
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