Thursday, February 27, 2014

Fantasy II


Such lovely hands
You pretty thing! -
And finger blessed
With telling ring

To scoff at me
That you are wed! -
What lucky man
Might share a bed

Upon the nights
When lust abounds
And he in rhythm
O'er your mounds.

"If that were true
My cheeks would flush, "
She cooed in answer,
Then to gush
In wantonness -

Her consummation
Drought aware
That I now tout
To ply repair …

Desire replete
Her smile of eyes
Assured our secret
Bears disguise.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012

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