Lost sunrise

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

Lost sunrise lying in my crypt,
broken bones beneath stones,
as I whisper to you above,
while you sleep.

Come to me at dusk,
in your veil of negligee,
I will kiss you deeply
sweet rose of lament.

From the masque of sorrows,
caressing you, tongue in cheek,
your thighs folding over my back,
like a moth to the flames.

As I whisper to you above,
a sonnet for your ears,
while you sleep,
my fingers creep.

So silently as the soil settles
in the orchard of stones,
with footprints in the loam.
come to me at dusk.

Lost sunrise lying in the dark,
committing only a misdemeanor,
feeling you tremble,
to my thimble fingers.

Submitted: July 07, 2021

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