The air is cream
the bed is fire
ah desire, desire!
Cyber bandits in
a place thick with
smoke and laughter,
you tug on my
net stockings,
thighs melt and
stars fly out
of your mouth.
I love you...
It is peculiar
the way your wings
feel against my heart.

Tasha P.Klein


If you've any comments on this poem, Tasha P.Klein would be pleased to hear from you.

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