Silk Anima

Lips full, ripe

and taut with untasted cherry...

Massaged with wet rose tongue,

Squeezed under the seductive clutch of teeth

nipping and daring flesh.

Marginal in sermon...

A deep and quiet lake;

Heaven's hand mirror,

Blankets the dreams and steals sleep

Deep within the soft folds of your Lhabian Flower.

Where I am restless

Where I construct a Nirvana.

Diamond by Diamond.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

stellar. you've definitely mastered language. you seem to wield it with conviction that little have seemed to match. but this work is truly stellar. definitely a library entry.

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

On quite a few nights... Yes

[Emily B]

smooth like silk, and so seductive . . . sermon, mirror, lake, flower, you choose your symbols well

so this is where sleep goes?