Slave
By J.P Amos
May 9, 2002
The Iranian
Passion frenzied fingers
starved and ravenous for raven hair.
Shyly hesitant, yet arduous
for the rawness
of that first delicious touch.
....
'Meekhaamet'
....
Aching for the taste
of snow drift skin,
salacious lips slick-moist
in a river of dreams
....
(kissyoulightasair then heavyaswinterrain.)
....
Enthralled by a bright soul shining
through stygian ink swirls.
Zoroastrian fires flaming,
make me your twilight slave.
©2002 J.P Amos
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