Poems

A Haiku Poem

Clown
 
My scary pics
Made Rebecca frown
So I changed to a clown

Black Lace

Caressing luminescence

hooked in

Midnight Silk,

Slowly sliding

over the hipbones

falling into the shadows

of Endless night.

Sweat glistening,

fingers caressing

delicate velvet

pushing silk

up and over

taute skin 

and muscles

Feather-light kisses

peaks inviting

a tender moment

in time,

Cradled in your

 passions!

T.B. 11/06/2019

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