A Demon and His Harlot
HER SKIN PRODUCED OILS
THAT WERE LIKE EXTACTIONS
OF THE LAVBER PLANT.
HER SKIN.
HER TONE,
WAS AS HONEY
AND HER LOVE TASTED AS SWEET.
I WOULD HAVE HOLIDAY
WITH HER BECAUSE I LOVED
THE RICH TASTE OF HER BODY
HER KISSES WERE AS HOT AS THE SAVANNAS
AND HER TONGUE WAS AS COLD
AS THE SNOWS OF SIBERIA
HER KISSES COULD EXCITE A PEACENT AND INSPIRE HIM
TO THINK MORE OF HIMSELF
THE CURVES OF HER BODY
COULD MAKE THE SUN
FALL FROM THE SKY
AND THE STRENGTH OF HER MOUTH
COULD PULL
OLIVES THROW THE STRAWS
OF THE BARLEY FEILDS.
HER FLESH WAS AS TONED AS THE
GLADIATERS WHO WATCHED OVER HER
I WOULD KISS
HER WITH
ONE HAND
MY FINGERS AT THE NAP OF HER HAIRLINE
AND MY THUMB BENEATH HER EARLODE
THERE I WOULD WHISPER
PROMISES TO KEEP HER
INTERESTED IN ME
SHE WOULD PUSH MY HEAD TO HER WAIST
OF THOSE PLACES A
MANS FACE SHOULD FIND MORE INTERESTING
THEIR IWAS A PERFECT AS CASEAR, THEIR
I WAS KING OF ALL MEN
THEIR I WAS LOVED AS HER COUNTERPART
THE DEMON, AND HIS WOMAN.
SHE WISHED AND THOSE WORDS WERE GRQANTED
THAT I LOVED HER
AND FROM EVERYTHING I KNEW OF HER
SHE LOVED ME.
SILKS ADORNED HER
GOLD WAS FASHIONED FOR HER
WINES WERE MADE FOR HER
AND FABRICS WERE WOVED
FOR HER
PAPERS TO MAKE OUR TOGETHERNESS RIGHT
AND LEGAL
WHO'S WORDS SPEAK BEYOND OUR TOGETHERNESS
THAT APART WE ARE SAME MARRIED
AND TOGETHER WE ARE TO SAME AS ONE
MARRIED IN THE EMPIRE OF CASEAR.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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