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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 2, 2023 20:48:05 GMT -6
Midnight Paradox
Eyebrows penciled in sharp scimitars Of midnight sultana whose Venus marbles Peer like orbs from paradise Past lashes that whip male dreams With stolen lipstick trails That gather frozen roses Like cool menthol flowers Whose petals pump love Between pages of a memory book Deep in trance beat To the tune of occult chants While roseate pentagrams blossom In tresses born to fly
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 4, 2023 16:36:55 GMT -6
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Mar 18, 2023 2:52:23 GMT -6
Sounds like quite the sexy gypsy woman Past lashes that whip male dreams (awesome line!)
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 18, 2023 9:09:21 GMT -6
Thank you so much, Castle Court Jester. Very glad you enjoyed this and that line.
John
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Post by Brian on Mar 18, 2023 10:33:47 GMT -6
Made a lovely visual in my mind John. So exotic it steal a breath in the read.
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 18, 2023 10:41:10 GMT -6
Thank you so much, Brian. Glad to know the visuals came through so vividly. She is my favorite model for poetry.
John
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