Stratosphere
seduction sits in the prepotence
deep blues inviting
to engulf
in the wading of her fens
without apprehension
she is slayed
endorphins exploding in air
fear interrupting of night
swords driven tight
in the waning and the might
my blood is now lain upon your hands
I lick the droplets running down your legs
consuming of what is and what was life
contentment fogging up
the vision of an attractive mind
~~~~~
she has a way of making things better
even when the devil has stepped
directly in front of my way
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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