Beatrice

Syncopated heat,
like a blues riff
thrust
and the sapphire head lights
illuminate a dawning silhouette
of her glistening leather licking life.

I cross the bridge in fantastic visions of
She

Perfumed for a humid night
slithering with bodies;
just before taking
a breath, a kiss
and de Sade gasping for breath.

My passion is transmuted into divine love:
indescribable blessedness.

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