Purl of Pleasure

Form: Free Verse

Her pleasure,
as sweet as cherries
linger on her tongue
and he’d do anything
to entice taste on to his lips
anything to invite her senses
to tenderly fray
at the edges of reality
as she falls naked on his bed
like the purest purl
fresh from the oyster
shimmering to his fingers
silky smooth beneath the roughness
her skin beneath his skin

© JG Farmer 2019

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