As thy skies unpeel the morning lights on her, I see
her stripped elegance masked by the morning dew
which so elegantly cups her golden-silvery innocence,
but I’ve seen the few moments of her intense wild
which unveil the goddess that lurks amongst
the evil waters she drowned me in,
the bosoms of heaven she boasted off whilst
I spent eternities caressing her peachy peach,
cloven by the roots of Belteshazzar.
I summon her love as she screams
to visit the almost unfelt moist stings
whilst she impossibly dreams
of the pleasures undefined,
I look for words to take her to bliss
but no touch so passionate would do,
neither a thrust so vigorous
but a silent summer kiss
on her neck and so she closed her eyes
and she moaned savagely.
Ah, love, you just peaked.
She would smoke and she would bite
and so the graves would stir,
for to arouse the forgotten
and the insatiable dead,
she need not moan…..
(To be continued…😉)