Pearling moonlight dips its toes
And dabbles them in shadow depths,
Roiling voices, nightmare weeds,
Away to far-off lands of
Lost.
Heavy glaze of sweating passion
Slides a rolling, fragrant kiss
Down the curve of heavy breast,
An orb of starshine whence she
Waits.
String of bubbles, frothy dew,
Anticipation stretches pure,
Slick and willing, open-thighed;
She lies inviting as she
Sighs.
Slumbers soft, a woman lonely,
Dreams in darkling hidden halls.
Awake the goddess, fuck her beauty;
Ne’er leave her waiting for your
Kiss.
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