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Click hereI crawl through your covers
in ambient rhythm.
I graze your spine with
scarlet fingers,
spawning a field of wet dreams
from raindrop seeds of desire.
Your lips spark my painted paw
as I permeate the luster of
your gentle giant motion.
Salvation, shattered,
serpent , subdued.
only the word "paw" seems out of place, all I can could think of was a big dumb bear..destroyed the mood for me!
Duces wild~ I had to read it several times for the pure enjoyment... a very good poem from out of the blue~ (~_~)
Watch them fingers
Playing where they ought not go...
All that's left to wonder is
What the deuce are duces?
so in on waking
more than the welcome smell of bacon
to find the seeds of dreams planted here
tenderly by a master gardener
surprising me with her blooms
such is her art
a grateful smile in bed
there isn't enough of this sly,subtle stuff out there.
Thanks boue.
Tess