Black tresses splayed across chest,
metronome breaths–
diminutive form encapsulates;
primal four-lettered perfection.
Puckered plump bow-tie lips,
trail the expanse of this canvas.
Writhing rhythmic gyrations,
pure angelic indecency.
Melding the destructive creation;
chaos– volatile cherubic offspring.
Toeing climax’s ephemeral line,
mere vermillion light in hindsight.
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