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She Drips Words

She drips her words like rain and aching cunts,
Her meter perfect, porn; she paints her art.
She's high class, mind of a geisha, She Wolf; hunts,
The detailed devils work in angel's heart.

A sonnet is her chosen poem form,
With words that coax the mind to sultry bliss.
I think of her wrists bound and panties torn,
Imagine strokes of tongue in stolen kiss.

A lover of the arts and sex, with words,
Each line she writes is perfectly controlled,
A banquet of delight like flight of birds,
She wraps her rhyme o'er peaks and folds.

Dark chocolate nights with dotted fresh, white cream,
This bard's word skill is perfectly obscene.
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
Author's Note
Sweet Oblivion is one of my absolute favouritist poets here. She's word perfect, has elegant form and grace and a deep, deep sensuality. I adore Her.
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