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Midnight Host
Date: 12/28/2016, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: adagio_sabadicus
I stand beneath the humble tree, Branches reaching out to speak to me In peaceful silence my preamble, If I offend then its alright with me. In due course I voice my writ, Sensually swayed in dark I ramble Gambling that not all are fools, In belief I am branded ilk. Erotically nurtured by chosen chums And baptized of amoral haze, In forked tales of lust I blaze, Given my ordained of the mass. Cloaked in shadows orb of orange, Midnight host my daily bread, Scribing with a pen of sin In my stead.
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