tagErotic PoetryDawn Caller

Dawn Caller

bySapphos Sister©

In the morning half-light
for a moment he can't
recall the face of his
amorous assassin:

eyes, huge and insistent,
tongue, slippery as sin,
and lips, red and deadly
as a blooming poppy.

It's her words that get him:
murmured slyly, her soft
pleas elude the sentries
protecting his slumber.

With deft ministration
she brings lust back to life
but only long enough
to murder it again.

Report Story

bySapphos Sister© 0 comments/ 2846 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments  - Click here to add a comment to this poem

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

Refresh ImageYou may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: