Afterglow

In depths of desire,
an idyllic ocean
of balmy ink
sweetly lingered
on the tip of a pen,
waiting to write a kiss
upon her ripe saffron lips.
Foreplay of simile and metaphor,
glided passionately upon parchment
and eloquently, stroke by stroke,
with delicate verse upon verse โ€”
the pen and the parchment
made sweet poetry.

ยฉ Literary Remains

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