my princess...
sweet the pale blossoms of her lips
as I wake the princess from sleep
steal her heart with my kiss
she shivers, as soft as a leaf
stirring on the golden breeze
her eyes as tidepools filling
skin as smooth and pale as moonstone
her flesh rekindeled

my prince...
dark the taste of his deep kiss
my prince whose passion awakes
as he finds me there embraced
our tangled locks spun as gold
bodies slick with passion
moans like broken vowely words
our mouths buried deep
as each of us in turn he beds
writhing torsos metaphosising
until we are all one great
and sexual slumbering beast

manifest | covet | exhume | possess | bleed | breathe
 gaze  |  sacrifice  | writhe  |  stalk | lust | expose | intercourse

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