quench

in evening beams open windows gape,

silent panes waxing moonbeams thru,

ivory rays from yonder orb induced,

thy silken hairs plunge below thy nape;

 

clustered breasts anointed, gleaning moon,

sparring milky kisses, doves sweetly cooing,

thy scarce richly lips humidly drooping,

dampen stars, thy kiss consumed.

 

thy lover compelled to entrance thy sense

to displace all other helplessness yet subdued

upon convulsing, pillowed, ravished, confused

thou art his aflutter near silenced yet wrenched;

closer still thy nervous thighs seek imbued

'til morning discovers asunder lovers quenched.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Has a vintage yet modern feel to it, if that makes any sense at all, love the sentiments that glean through this read, quench'd what a perfect way to put it. Enjoy'd xavier.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you Frieda :)

[Frieda P]

How can you remain parch'd after 'clustered breasts anointed' My pleasure ;-)

[m.s.early]

(: that would be impossible :)

[Frieda P]

I'll say haha ;-)

[Brittany Zedalis]

lovely vocabulary choices here. good job.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you brittany :)