Theodora (Theo) Onken
Erotica - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Oh her symmetry...
Her absolute perfection!
Her voice a gentle purr
Her breath-a floral garden
Her heart- a mystery overflowing...
Eyes filled with heavens reflections;
Barefoot-she walks this evening...
Unafraid of the shadows lurking...
Fearless abandon-carries her
Swept up by desires wanton flames;
A daughter-of the night she is...
Jewels of unadulterated beauty adorn her
As she slowly dissolves into
The total rapture of lusts longing call
Where the flesh knows no boundaries
And where Erotica makes its permanent home!
By: Theodora Onken
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