Erotic PoetryEuphimistic RainHer metaphoric muse
finds words sky clad
from wicked embers
and heavens hue.
She tongue grinds words
like cock to cunt
stolen from soiled smithy,
leaving her perfectly clean
pages of moist imagination,
creaseless.
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