Nirvana Number Nine
Slavish slipping time ?
Betwixt her warm thighs
That she may cry: wet
These circles revolving
Through diamond cages
Claimed amid her alibis
Tethered unto this...
Moment of which hangs
From the regalia's rafters
Theorem's, lucid love notes.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
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