Dance Lit Dawn

White curtains bathe legs,

lace masking peach-fleshed prey

upon silhouetted sheets.

Evergreen evening.

Gloved fingers crunch poignant riches,

reluctant flakes dusting bosoms

where flirty napkins fly.

New age night.

Forbidden fruits drown out your devils

and you gulp whatever sadness

your black-laced lust brought on.

Dance lit dawn.

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