— a tanka of potpourris.
Her Captivity.
Beyond perfection.
Published in
Jul 19, 2021
That crimson lips with
her silk dress flowing about
That hourglass curve;
Crooked as her wondrous smile
I’d bow to her bounds, no doubt.
That crimson lips with
her silk dress flowing about
That hourglass curve;
Crooked as her wondrous smile
I’d bow to her bounds, no doubt.
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