Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
deepundergroundpoetry.com
Chatte au Rouge...(pour Jen)
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]“You could be my silver spring
Blue green colors flashing
I would be your only dream
your shining autumn, ocean crashing......” Fleetwood Mac
Chatte au Rouge
glistening, sparkling
like finest wine
reflections in thine eyes
folded petals slowly beginning to spread, wet
her brilliant chroma
cauldron filled with fire
incense me,
slay me with fragrance divine
her wet moist descent
down my cocks length,
right
down
the
line...
...deeply thrusting her red plateau
flesh kiss flesh
feeling the fires burning below
“....faire l'amour”
mahogany and pink blend into
a caramel sweet
desire,
the pricking of your
white, hot fire
“ Chatte au Rouge “
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 1
comments 12
reads 1114
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.