night has come in its delicious glory
midnight blue chases ebony across the sky
sensual sounds emanate through the pines
lusious lips purse in anticipation of what next comes
talon-tipped fingers sliide around in corn silk hair
lathery wings unrap a delactable torso
milky skin- such sweet contrast to the dark
an owl hoots, a wolf howles, eberald eyes close
a sigh escapes, breathy and bold
ancient pewter loops suspend a scarlet pendent
the vally of her breasts cradles the brilliant crystal
she stands, inhales the starless night
takes air to share her charms, pleasure on her mind
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