Lupine Kisses

Lupine kisses, feathered touches

Be my sunset, bathed in russets

Hear my cries to braided cords

Hear my worship of the lords

Of shadows rising, night unending

Of pleasure bated, pain withstanding

Proof that angels do wear leather

Take me ever for your pleasure 

Wrench from me the lion’s roar

Birth from flesh the open sore

From beaded lips bid me drink

Into your depths I’ll ever sink

Until from release you let me pour

Oh goddess! 

Yours for evermore

-Rowan Ash

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