Musk Smells Coming
Musk smells coming
Musk smells coming
From Andromeda's navel
Blue moon is drifting
Everything unearthly
The shadow embraces me
Soft breasts steely tits
Squeezy little imps.
And bed of darkness
Yellow carpet
Velvet sheets fingers wiggling
My body aches
In voluptuous climbing
Earth crumbles
To shreds.
Now the body releases soul
Dead nerves skittle
And her lips melt
In the first morning sun
Hotsy Totsy - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Rachel Firmin
15 February, 2015
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