Beautiful Clovette,
How you sit
Astride me,
Beneath me -
How those slender fingers
Spread their warmth
Across my neck, my breasts,
My back, moving lower...
Sweet Clovette,
I adore the softness
Of your body,
The confidence you exude,
The mewling that passes
From your supple lips
As I take
A handful of your hair
Into my fist.
How you plead,
My darling Clovette,
When I tease;
How sweetly your figure
Beseeches me,
And how, even when faced
With that divinity,
I find myself distracted
By your eyes.
If you only asked,
Sweet Clovette,
There is nothing I wouldn't do -
I could die in this moment,
Beautiful Clovette,
You can have anything you please.
Whether you are astride me,
Beneath me,
Beyond my grasp, even if
You find yourself
In another's arms,
I will always
Love you.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
