Under
That sway as she turns
her hips resonate with an unquenchable wrench
Her hazel eyes were light lingers
refusing to depart in deepest dark
A gossamer arch of alabaster skin
as heels dig for completion
In the dark she scrambles for my lips
to bring my final death
as her mouth exhumes
my lust
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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