Patchwork Quilt

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


The night was chilled against your pale skin
of midnight calling feeling your breath
a deeper shade of lust in my veins
as my fingers slipped between your folds

The moon was yellow like an old cur dog
as rime ice hung on the pumpkins
of vines all in a row like ducks
with a widow's veil of winter's frost

Feeling your breath like tentacles caressing
conjuring promises of promiscuity
atop the patchwork calico
and your thighs recently parting

As the lust from your azure blue eyes
open wide in the shadows of your abyss
as my fingers slipped between the folds
oh promise me you will never grow old

Now alone with myself in dreams
a darker feat in the depths of our sins
until you are warm again at sunrise
of midnight calling feeling your breath

 


Submitted: July 06, 2021

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