Antiquity framed the skeletons
of your silky silhouette
Bone of my bone
and flesh of my flesh
Dusting off the prehistoric
debris of your concave statuette
Cluttered with by products
of medieval ignorance
Transforming your identity
into a goddess of the night
Illuminated by exotic chords
of sensual delight
To present a work of artistic mastery,
my infamous lady of the evening
and stripper honoree
In depth of yearning
I fall into your zone
Feeling ecstasy of motion
when you lapdance on my bone
A contest entry
- Bone by MuddyKing.
1300 points, ended March 13, 18 entries
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