tagErotic Poetrydinner is served

dinner is served

bysweet GA peaches©

and the night paints the whispers
where confessions can only dance..

his salt and pepper tone
sat quietly that night
his beautiful blues would convey
the loving blush of a lily
cradling the stem they obey

her jades were full of mischief
an iris in comparison of light
tiny prisms of orchid
to persuade an obvious trite

she was long blonde hair
sweeping shoulders bare
black dress with stiletto heels
he was hot dripping sex with passion
how she loved to make him kneel

it was dinner at eight'
on a porcelain plate
each serving proportionately placed
wine stem holding the warmth of her thighs
to sin - to love - to grace

it was the hard wood floor
that kept begging for more
as the table was cleaned in a rake
through the linens that flew
the crashing in two
and the sound of a porcelain plate

she leaned into him
with every notion
pulled up her dress to reveal
the whispers unspoken
the passion unbroken
and motioned for him to kneel

Fuck me ,
until i break
like china.

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