The Depths of Her Sixteenth Century Mars
Tangerine the scene spilling through this green glass
Crossing her thighs as she bathes inside, love's afterglow..
Dare I let Ginger go, knowing insatiable her hunger ?
Staring outside the window and, a sudden knock upon
Their red door deja vu it seems, I have been here before
Familiar, this scent ? While she peers; moors moon brushed
Aside midnight blue as carmine hues, filling her eyes ah but time
To loose these binds when their ladies enter ? Smiling in tune
Slowly slipping as sliding across, her fiery flesh glowing amid natures
Splendours and she, bending forward inquiring unto that my heart....
All I could think of although were Shakespeare they, reaching for her arching
Screams renaissance recapturing ? A stained-glass reflection quoting Macbeth as I pierced.
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