unsaid the impulse
hiding behind wine
blushed cheeks and
ruby stained lips
pale canvas where
these features lock
away the longing
haunting the shell
inflamed hell of
satin flaring liquid
that physician's let
in long ago days
liquid that warms
bisque flesh held
fixed in throngs
of those below
bellow they may
and coo and bow
to know her favor
may be found
around the corner
is her mind where
lovers' hands glide
over breast and groin
loin massed with
lace etched wings
hover her heart in
doting fools' company
wild hooves race
within her bosom
for she has found
desires run free
there the rushing
wants take flight
for heart desires
lack any ankle irons
yet she be her
own prison keep
with rusty keys held
beyond love's reach
and satin layers
wall within stark
screams rattling
a pale fair cage
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