Highland Games
In Her room of mirrors,
a candle burned in a thousand reflections.
His mind was bemused and captivated
by the trance She left him in
while She returned to the dance.
Time was slow as a silk scarf
teasing the skin as it fell
to reveal Her perfection.
His thoughts echoed Her whispers
and reflected in his mind.
Faerie and daemon kind mingled
in their masks and finery
as She commanded their revelry.
At moonless midnight
She finally saw them depart.
She considered him in Her mind
as She savoured a dry red wine
and fed Her own passion, then
found the secret room and opened
its door to his total erotic subjugation.
(c) 2007 by Palimpsest
a candle burned in a thousand reflections.
His mind was bemused and captivated
by the trance She left him in
while She returned to the dance.
Time was slow as a silk scarf
teasing the skin as it fell
to reveal Her perfection.
His thoughts echoed Her whispers
and reflected in his mind.
Faerie and daemon kind mingled
in their masks and finery
as She commanded their revelry.
At moonless midnight
She finally saw them depart.
She considered him in Her mind
as She savoured a dry red wine
and fed Her own passion, then
found the secret room and opened
its door to his total erotic subjugation.
(c) 2007 by Palimpsest
Labels: Palimpsest, Poetry
posted by Lady Julia @ 7:30 PM
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Wow, that is lovely and oh so hot!
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