Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,840 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Stiletto Night - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

She comes to my room
Quiet as a dream
Night is filled with wolves
She is dark like opal orgasms

Shadows of gossamer nipples
I feel her breath of moonlight
Wet tides crash on the window
She is more erotic than death

Sensual invisible manicure
I am chained by a daunting kiss
Her eyeliner indigo blue
She carries a thick black whip

Her stiletto heels kissed

Topic(s) of this poem: desire


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 18, 2017

Poem Edited: Monday, June 19, 2017


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