Late of exhaustion
it contented him
to savour the curse
of her perfumed
rose upon his lips.
No honeyed mead
would quell arising
desire so alarmed.
The morrow shall
know assured release.
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dusk arising (
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Comments2
Very good sensual write.
One more you have introduced me to a musician of whom I have never heard, I will have to explore Shankar Tucker further.
Andy
Glad someone's having fun here!
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