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Morning Glory
2025-11-17
I am evil in my veins
because I bleed for copulation,
blood red,
hell-bent on dead.
Surely, will I faint
when he streaks my body crimson,
across thigh and down backside,
leaving colour everywhere.
He pleasures himself, with myself,
with that thing designed
to make me come, inside my mind,
his tongue entangles my taste,
in his mouth of wild horses,
speaking a language of movement in silence.
We are the sweetest song
in the morning glory.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
because I bleed for copulation,
blood red,
hell-bent on dead.
Surely, will I faint
when he streaks my body crimson,
across thigh and down backside,
leaving colour everywhere.
He pleasures himself, with myself,
with that thing designed
to make me come, inside my mind,
his tongue entangles my taste,
in his mouth of wild horses,
speaking a language of movement in silence.
We are the sweetest song
in the morning glory.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
