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Dead Petals
Date: 12/17/2016, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: adagio_sabadicus
In solitude of the smatter box And swooshes of cold breath, Dead petals in my boutonnière And a dried tear I rest. Like the leaves from my abode, Crinkling and scattering And old bones rocking, Sprockets of my mind I descend. Beneath roar of howling wind Transcending to darken spaces, On parchment I splay My new found lay. Coronation of my pen I spin, Jubilation of chilling dark lust And my erotic compunction, As dust mites carol my swan grin. In solitude of the smatter box Attached with brass handles, I'm laid to rest, aroused at best, Composing with an erection. With clinch of fist Beneath ground I expound, Dead petals in my boutonnière And swooshes of cold breath.
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