- Erotic Poetry
- Like the Wind
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All but the panes lay shattered,
Red ribbons pour from the mouth,
A drop of dew that sings anew,
As the leather skips south.
It whips left and whistles right,
Tearing the two mountains asunder,
A breath of air no song through hair,
Yet the throat hides the thunder.
Only when told will the skies open,
Sending the pour down to earth,
Showing the true colours of blue,
The Goddess showing her worth.
Like the wind, it travels through the tunnels of red,
Bound in silk and honey,
Although not clean but still serene,
A brush of dirty on a white bunny.
Not a day goes by when the God still hears,
Those words of sultry she distained,
An assertive command, her will now disarmed,
A beggar’s trill sustained.
In the end, all is dead,
The will lost to the purple and black,
Wait right there, let the wounds repair,
Your master will be right back.
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