Light draped her wintery flesh
with warm tones of saffroned amber
it cascaded down the window pane,
to flood her folds with silhouettes of tone
it moved, breathlessly down her sculptured thighs
and followed the curve of her small of back
setting adrift the flesh and bones
and till she sings of hushed tones
of her Machiavellian games
her breath quivered her legs shuddered
moving out of the black and into the blue
the lust that deepened in the night
has been released from her groin
so now we relax and lay
until
that need start again to play
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