The H(owl) of the Night
By midnights voice
The bird of worst hour
delivers an empty box . . . of kisses
On feathered wings
with round feathers
So silent . . .
not even the mice hear a thing
The b(owl) of raspberries to deliver
But your lips burn with a scent of ecstacy
Flesh shudders . . .
when your hot lips touch my skin
H(old) to hug . . . then kiss
My lip to your lip
eye to eye
Bliss
Take my love as I devour yours
Giving all that is yours
Wrestle down love
to it's lowest core
Make you feel desired once more
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Copyright 2017 midnights voice
Published on Thursday, July 6, 2017.
Filed under:
"Graphic Art"
Comments on "The H(owl) of the Night"
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On Friday, July 14, 2017, Arwen
(187) wrote:
This makes my spirit soar.
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On Saturday, July 15, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Thank you for reading Wednesday .
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On Friday, July 7, 2017, worm
(1194) wrote:
wonderfully expressive! ~worm~
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On Friday, July 7, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Thank you worm for reading .
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On Friday, July 7, 2017, Jerry stiles
(251) wrote:
Haaa,,good write sir,,,love is at work Here
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On Friday, July 7, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Thank you Jerry for reading .