whip
by Rene Foran
under a laughing moon
a harlot's handmaiden muses
on lace singed backs
& crackling campfires
temperatures spike
in silk degrees
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Might better if handmaiden was handmaid, sounds better.
silk degrees. **
Tartly sensuous *
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"silk degrees" is wonderful and perfect here!
yes to silk degrees...
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Love it, but don't wanna be there!!