Cold Winds In The Tower

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


Cold Winds In The Tower

Tasting lips of sweet chowder
and the pitter-patter of rain
with fingers up and down my spine
like a marionette with broken strings
of ice in the fibers at midnight
and cold winds in the tower

And your eyes of chatoyant green
with webs of cataracts preen
in a pantomime of gasping breath
feeling the shudders of my climax
in a wicker bed of my mind's dew
and the chilling of your feet

As I felt my pulse grow louder
forever pale in the stale ale
and nocturnal brews
between my chin and ascot
as my cock supped
in a trough of dreams


Submitted: July 08, 2021

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