A Tapestry
His thoughts weave a tapestry
of thirst and sensuality
of liquids decanted in carafes
of many shapes and sizes
of soft vessels
from which the nectar of the gods flows
of black lace stockings
softly caressing his cheeks
while he quenches his thirst
A patchwork quilt
of thighs, derriere, shoulders, and neck
the fiery energy flowing and sparking
as the temperature of the room
swiftly rises
leaving them both spent
yet thirsting for more
Then, staying together
as the sun melts to paint the sky
they are sorely in need
of icy refreshment
she watches as he pours for them
from a crystal vessel of flawless beauty
beauty rivaling hers
Ah, what a tapestry!
written for
Simplicity challenge 'Thirsting for More'
Poetry by Lydia Shutter
By NJ Virg
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