Shadow Bright

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This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

Hawthorn petals gently rain
In faerie kisses lightly lit;
They fall upon her pale, pure brow,
A soft, white veil of spicy scent.

There dwells she in moss-dark shadows
‘Neath the ancient trees young-wise;
Dabbles she her fingers in
The sweetest spring betwixt her legs.

Nectar oozes down her hands
Whilst moonlight shimmer cups her breast;
Her well of fragrant, shining liquid
Opens wide, the sun to greet.

Waits she there in black-green shadows,
Swollen passions waked and keen;
Waits she simply for her love,
The molten heart of deep desires.

Fetches he the violent thrusting,
Quenching fire with scalding pearls;
He offers all for hungry wetness:
She leaves the shadows bright with joy.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

Published 11 years ago

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