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the cotton house

disappearing into the aether of your presence
i cling to the shaky foundations of my morals
here where i am untethered by social convention
and the rules of your always judging gods
who reign too high to see into the gutters
from which we slither to spend the night

lewd and stripped of meaningless ethics
adorned by manicured crescent moon impressions
scaling the familiar and forbidden topography
of your mocha tinted flesh contrasting
the ecru hue of my lithe frame, draped
across your length like second skin

crimson sickle-shaped lips meet
in open mouthed oscular perfection
echoing a moan song symphony
as stertorous breaths collide tangibly in fog
rising from fading azure horizons
where stars ascend to serenade the sleeping sun

only the moon sees us for what we are
now flawed and imperfect shells
of once hoping, dreaming beings
making vows beneath swaying palms
where the wind captures whispered i do's
in the shadows of the cotton house
_shadoe_
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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