poetry

Lady Song

by theusedlife

what i want
my dear, is a 
flickering, a
little leaping,
oh, yes a 
prodding
delicate as a 
nail, a candle
only partially
burning, a kiss on 
the tops of the 
ears and the drift
of a nightgown
thin as baby powder,
oh, just a little 
look, my dear, 
a shiver of the 
eyelashes, a nuzzle 
at the jewel of the 
neck, if you please, oh
pull my hair and 
tell me you love me
the tips of my
fingers are alive 
and dancing 
sweet minstrels
my lips pricked
for the kissing
my breasts, you
and between

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