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She Beds Me Down in Fields of Barley
…..she beds me down
in fields of barley
body draped in Chantilly lace
long legs wrapped around my waist
gentle kisses upon the back of my neck
my soul is lustfully vexed
attacking me from behind
stroking me, firmly
lovingly and kind
blowing the desires of my mind
we come and go through the ebb and flow....
.......I see her beauty through
closed eyes,
leaving the cold world
in the rear view
She shines
and sows “her” pleasure
upon my barren earth ,
a precursor of the best yet to cum
so much more
than just a “dirty little whore”
as we dance among the fields of gold.......
Published 13th Feb 2023
Author's Note
..... in the early morn she beds me down in fields of barley. Beautiful, sensual memories parlayed. inspired by the melodies of Sting and the late Eva Cassidy.
"........her fair skin, emerald eyes and radiant locks of hair doeth inspire the kings desire"
"........her fair skin, emerald eyes and radiant locks of hair doeth inspire the kings desire"
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