Beauty In A Dark Glass Poem by Stug Jordan
Beauty In A Dark Glass
Twists her hips and grins
like the victim
of a parlour game.
And the black dice choose her;
a sweet-cheeks in black belt of noose.
She'd down me in one;
no blinking,
with my heart swallowed like a mollusc.
Order another quickly before the vision dissipates into a headache! While it sounds like black velvet I'm surely open to creative suggestion... Rgds, Ivan
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5/5/2024 5:50:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wouldn't profess to know what this is exactly about but I like the turns of phrase... Excellent scribing! HG: -) xx