Portrait of a Tryst
A portrait of passion with yearning's motif, |
Her hemline lay rumbled; his pants, in heap.
It's no revelation our lovers lie bare;
Inhale and the scent of a tryst's in the air.
Discarding defenses with knees growing weak,
It's privacy that the impatient did seek.
Renewal of pleasure sends kisses down deep;
Finality found, they grow drowsy and sleep
On drifts of sheer ecstasy, pleasure's relief.
By Peggy Paris
© 2008 Peggy Paris
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