The H(owl) of the Night

By midnights voice

The H(owl) of the Night



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"
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  • Arwen On Friday, July 14, 2017, Arwen (187)By person wrote:

    This makes my spirit soar.

  • midnights voice On Saturday, July 15, 2017, midnights voice (971)By person wrote:

    Thank you for reading Wednesday .

  • worm On Friday, July 7, 2017, worm (1194)By person wrote:

    wonderfully expressive! ~worm~

  • midnights voice On Friday, July 7, 2017, midnights voice (971)By person wrote:

    Thank you worm for reading .

  • Jerry stiles On Friday, July 7, 2017, Jerry stiles (251)By person wrote:

    Haaa,,good write sir,,,love is at work Here

  • midnights voice On Friday, July 7, 2017, midnights voice (971)By person wrote:

    Thank you Jerry for reading .

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