Still we reign

Sipping from your eternal spring
an amber night filled with heather
moving amongst your curls
Oh would you not curse me
if I told you all, now,
in this moment, close
where spirit meets the flesh
through long joyful hours
imbibing from the urn
cast naked before me
for we have come from afar
awash with youth
and though the heavens
may pass ceaselessly
still we reign
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 27
About this poem:
just fantasy

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EXRED3online today!
enjoyed the read (naked fantasy) laugh no sorry i joke i did enjoy
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