Beauty Of Night

The primrose beneath the windowsill
glistens like smooth white silk as
moonlight shines. The the night so
tranquil and free, you ponder the
beauty of the night.

You press yourself into her 
drinking in every drop of her
she is your dark desire, one
that cannot be measured for
she is of the night, seeking
only to give you pleasure.

Pleasure without any measure
is her goal and dark desire
you lay beneath the windowsill
where the primrose and you
gaze into the beauty of the
night...the beauty of the night
where all is right, she is right,
she is tight and she glistens
in the night...



~For Simon~
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41-45, F
Jan 15, 2013