Saturday, June 15, 2013

Summer Sonnet 27: Ladies of the Night

Her body dwells in translucent fire
from fluid spheres of pulsating delight.
Undulating hips sway with desire
where sun and moon melt into clear light.

Masked Angels master the make-believe
flowing scarves whirl in decadent attire.
From the jewel tree necklaced with emerald leaves
on royal grounds of a Diamond Empire.

Enter inner hallways of the estate
winding through flower-prim paths.
Where the Praetorian guards keep behind the gates
the mistresses of anarchy and wrath.

Whisper songs to lure them into romance,
gather night maidens for a chamber dance.

- By Aurin Squire

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