Scythian Sight, Pirate Adventures (11) - Poem by Captain Cur
Crimson lips exhaling sensuous breath
prophetic priestess of Scythian sight
fiery beryls adorn her crystalline neck
spice scented skin, probing fingers of light.
Disrobes before me flames warming her palm
orbiting globes, loving field of her hand,
rock fountain pools black cavernous calm
moon sliver tones coat flesh covered sand.
Ecstatic lovers compete in the act
expressionless words mimed silent eyes seek
soft graceful curves line the arch of her back
passionate rhymes only she would dare speak.
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