Garage Orgy

bruising black blotches on gold fur I reach fingers through dark pools

burning blue spirals through french-paned windows

her climax echoes through blanketed stillness

 

 

adding drops of purple and green I decorate patterns of black and gold

traversing hypnotic origin of churning emotions

her climax lullaby to fog laden streets

 

 

longing caresses tender cheeks and I express my love

seeking only the gem of mutual recognition, for

her climax pierces the veil of my heart.

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