In twilight's breath, dark swallowing light
Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth
Echoes growing louder in council of secrets
No longer muffled whispers of raven flight
But Polly wants a cracker perched on a wooden throne
Yet feast on the bones
Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes
A body full of curves made for adventure
And Polly, oh Polly lives to bathe on moonlight.
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Author:
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- Published: July 3rd, 2025 16:20
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Comments3
I take it Polly is a woman and a romantic one at that. Very seductive and sensuous, wild and almost animalistic. A lovely write.
Hello. Nice to hear from you again. Thank you for reading it. Have a good day.
A sense Polly is in a seductive mood and wants her way, enjoyed the read
Thank you. 🙂
You are very welcome
I love the imagery of this poem.
Thank you a lot dear.
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