Gossamer Skirts
Red gossamer skirts
shielding secret caves,
riding silky avenues high and low,
thighs of lustrous white velvet,
exposing more secrets along the way,
taking the beholder on a trip,
a scenic journey to pleasure’s home,
a massaging of the wiry heart
and a stirring of the electric loins,
her eyes of hypnotic pools,
images of the abyss,
of sadness cast upon the sea,
of sailors steaming shoreward
to her sweet home of salt and wine
from her magnetic powers unleashed,
her softening of the seafaring man
with his love of love and desire,
his spirit running with the wayward wind
and his heart wrapped around her fingers.
Oh the powers of the rising
gossamer skirts and the
bringing home of the seafaring man.
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