Crimson Silk

Silk scarves around
the intricate lines.
A canvas for
a wanting mouth.
Lips in brightest
vermilion make
marks and seals
of lustful craving.
Impossible urgings
from a forbidden lover.
Pulled and coaxed
by wanton pleasures
begging for the seed
to be planted into the velvet oasis.

Soulful cries of an animal
bounce from sweating walls.
Go for the rosy throat of
the captured.
Dip the tip inside
the well of moisture.
Flowing passion
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Deep into the receptacle .
Brand the molten flesh
with seductive words
as if the paper of dreams.
Cast a spell with your wand
and sprinkle with droplets
upon the ivory parchment.
Cascading scarlet tresses
upon the word covered flesh.
Raining ruby waves over
the artist's instrument.
Marking every crease with
rosy kisses and dip the tip
again into the oasis.
Taste the elusive pearl
within the shell
and consume the ambrosial
wine of splendor.
Spilling out upon
the silken scarves
the libation of nectar.
Paused with sanguine tresses raining down
upon the hidden treasure.