Tribute

poésie érotique

James Khan
No Crime in Rhymin’

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Knees so weak and crimson cheeks that burn with erubescence,
kinaesthetic coital tremors find no evanescence,
kissed in charismatic words of worship and oblation,
fingers find the fastened cloth, unzip anticipation.

Supine, stripped and halo slipped; a break from chaste compliance,
touched and tasted, honoured like a tribute from the Mayans,
Eros calls and Psyche falls in feverish surrender,
limbs and tongues aligned, entwined; a tapestry so tender.

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