Salt Of My Spice

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


Dusk of the coming soon-moon And shadows of nearing dark, Give me the comfort of beams In hollows of returning swallows Of my musty bookshop and reams.

My soul untethered of bounds And mind liberated from decisions, In verse my pen sails On paper of coming tomorrows And salt of my spice be. The darkness I hark prose of tales.

Beneath candles of the lit wick, In reality, I stand my sensuality, Receiver of destiny's swells And calm of my teacup I steep. Wafting of the scenting she. 

She took my breath away, Poetically I sweep aura's kiss, of my hungering demeanor, Pulsating my lust. Warm flesh my heat rise. The throbbing of my masculinity and roguish eyes I cast. Slowly embracing my weariness And laying down in my dream sleep.

 


Submitted: July 06, 2021

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