Sheer
Seduce me by daylight,
to face the sun is brilliant
and I promise you bliss.
Shadows cling to night,
as we cling to passion.
I cannot hide from sin,
the taste of raspberries
lingering on skin.
My need is transparent,
sheer as the gown I wear;
love me until sweat
glistens on our skin,
sheer as the gown I wear.
1 Comments:
At 10:17 PM, Bob said…
Hmmm, very... errr... I need ice, hehe... great poem, and I love the image too. :)
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