Congeries

Blindfold me with silky whispers

Strip me naked with your eyes

Tie my hands taught with metaphors

Tease my senses with your scent

Drive my imagination wildly insane

As you degust my innate nectar drops

And I plunge deeper- in your complex folds

Where I live and die, over and over again

As pleasure of your unbeknownst…wishes

Poet of the Light © 2019

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