Delirium

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


Delirium

In my delirium, speaking with a ghost,
While napping in my chair.
"Could it be Elinor," I whispered,
Touching her cold flesh,
With lingering fingers of thimbles.

From dark to ink, in my journal,
As her breasts touch my chest.
Aphrodisiac, and too much rum,
With delirium, and masturbation song,
Of Mozart's requiem.

Nothing more, but a shadow at my door,
And omens of sorrows, raining tomorrows.
In my delirium, speaking with a ghost,
Feeling our lips mesh, in webs of sin,
Dripping down my chin.


Submitted: July 10, 2021

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