Poetic Traces
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Naked death
Her temple of worship
My guardian sword
Both of us
On the cold floor
Her luscious skin
My ravenous appetite
The scent of us
So strong
Her feminine honey
My masculine muskiness
Opened the heaven gates
For naked death.
©LR
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