Saturday, March 28, 2020

Virgin

 Poem by Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena 2011




she drifts,
like hush of the eerie night
a plume of crimson roses
her gazing starlit eyes.
gentle and careless,
her nipples stood erect
radiant under the piercing
light, as her vanilla thighs
glow, warm blanket
against the December cold;
my flaming pheromone. 



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