Goodnight, Eloise

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


As the twilight deepens,
and the cellos awaken,
with strings of night calling,
whispering to the dead,
and her corpse of bones.
 
In androgynous tongue,
to the grey tombstone,
in the garden of gnomes,
dancing with my courtesan,
beneath pale candles of sin.
 
With her withering adenoids,
and green shedding skin,
as the twilight deepens,
drinking rye whiskey,
and feeling frisky.
 
Goodnight, Eloise,
do something with your odor,
it reeks of decay,
and brush your hair,
with strings of night calling,


Submitted: July 03, 2021

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