Laughing Passion
O to be a child of the night
cloaked in a blanket of darkness
the silken cover closes in
and the night time belongs to me
cloaked in a blanket of darkness
I awaken to the evening
bedtime prayers a thing of the past
I rise to a beckoning lust
I awaken to the evening
after the gentlemen are paid
they make their way to darkend streets
an alluring slattern I am
after the gentlemen are paid
I dress to suit the occasion
and they dance to give me their pay
I am a child of laughing passion



filled with images and passion of the night, I to see a trophy in this write
Sis, this is good, not just in form but also in content. You used the title well and produced a flawless write (as usual) You should see another trophy with this
Thank you for sharing. Love you always. Laura 







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