tagErotic Poetrywordsmith



Underneath her chestnut hair
The fair fell wordsmith stands
Of her loves are coral laid
As pearl-stained are her hands

Long and tall her shadows casts
A corded past she seeks to sever
Her dreamy eyes ever seeking
Far forward out toward wherever

Was a time she wished to fence
To hold a quickened whipy blade
The passé double of steel on steel
Hard touch in passing passion made

Once it was she sang to me
In whimsy’d song she made her stand
Words played out as playing cards
Hiding sly her busy buried hand

SO it was we sported of sorts
The pass the touch the thrust
Wonder if ever I won her desire
I know I never earned her trust

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