Lotus


Your words whispered at the witching hour
smoothly, silently stalking
every contour of my buxom frame.
Bewitched by your sultry tone,
its seduction overwhelms my conscious thoughts.
And when the first rays
break through the darkest night,
languid from the web of deepest sleep,
the beguiling silky fingers of your words withdraw
and dissipate like mist at dawn.

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