Stardust Followed By
Silver Liquid Mirrors
and
Eyes From Martians
and
Those From Venus
Accustomed I Have Become To The Stares
Getting Nothing More Than Salacious
Glares and Offers
of Empty Desires
While Sashaying Around The Rings of Saturn
Heating Up The Moon For MY Untouched Skin
Burns Hotter Than The Sun
Waiting To Burst Like A New Star Yet
The Only Thing Bursting Are Star Dust
Bubbles
Not One Viewing Me
As Anything More Than A Mausoleum
Sexual Colossus
Yet Something Internally Shines
Out Like Neon Rays
A Craving For Copulation
Masterfully Made Re-Creating Meteors
Hunger Wishing To Be
Satiated Despite Enjoying
My Own Personal Satisfaction
of the Spotlight
I Have Cat-walked Too Many Times Down
The Milky Way Offered Cream
Yet No One Can Melt Away The Ice
Thoughts of I, A Queen
Nothing Truly Concrete
All Floating Within Gravity
Phallic Planets Gawk and Float Past Me
Wondering Am I Willing To
Step Down From My Glass House
And Allow Some Being
To Possess Me
Entering Me Like
Lunar Dust Exposing Me TO This
Fulfilling Disease
Breaking Down Shards of Glass
and
Being Free
Potentially Losing All Of This Glamorous Galactic
Delight of Moon Shine and Solar Rays Always
Introducing My Step
Despite The Acid Trip Stilettos
I Wish To Let Someone Rub My Feet
and Lay Beside Me On
My Plutonic Bed and Plush Pillow clouds
Keeping Me Warm Overwhelmed With the Extreme
Temperatures Emulating From Corporal Hunger
Radiation Refusing Regal Romance
Relishing in Redeemed Fruition
Recreating and Redefining Meteor Showers
Refusing Ravaged Recesses
Beyond Simply Sex Yet
Ending In Compassion
Willing Am I
To Loose
All For
Ultimate
Satisfaction?
By Samantha Campbell
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