Sacred sepulchre, steeped in sombre silence,
Secret sanctuary, scarcely a sound,
Sisters sleep serenely, secluded and skyless,
Sibilance simmering! Snoring and snoozing,
Sapphic sisters, summoned from slumber…

Sensational *******! Sudden and shuddering!
Shattering silence! Shuttering sanctity!
Squeaking and squealing! Squelching and squeezing!
Seamstresses *******, slotted slits slithering,
Squashing the scripture, smearing and smothering.

***-starved *******! Searing and savage!
Shuffling sisters - Seduced and salacious!
Sapphic Salvation - Spit! Salivation!
Submissively spearheading: same-*** spanking,
Summiting sweetly - Spectacular squirting!

Sanctified sisters, sighing suggestively,
Suspecting scripture, surmising sagely,
Sectarian schisms - Shameful and senseless?
Sapphic sermons, signal the Sabbath,
Seraphic sisters, snuggling sweetly,
Sink soothingly into synergy.

The shires bask serenely in the summer sun.
Streams flow smoothly down the green hillsides.
All is well with the world
As apple blossoms bloom.

Such peaceful scenes are soothing to the soul.
Spiritually uplifting: a sensual seduction
Of sight, sound and aromatic smells.

Snakes may hiss and stoats may snarl,
But nothing reduces this sense of peace and calm.
Assonance and sibilance flows as I scribe
My idle dreams upon this page.

It’s good to let your imagination loose
To planets out there amongst the stars
Or simply let it roam over the slumbering countryside.
Good to escape the struggles and strife
Of daily life.
Good to sleep easy
After meditating at our leisure
Refreshing ourselves with Mother Nature’s
Soothing Love.

Paul Butters

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