Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Bordellos and Troubadours

Bordello by Pris Campbell copyrighted 2004

The following guest poem, accompanying my graphic (created in Paint Shop Pro 8), is by James Fowler. Thank you!

Troubadour's Dream

Silken shift caresses the honey
colored lute of your body,
cloth kisses' tingle and touch.
Held in sweet support,
fingers gentle on fulsome flesh
make it sing in motion. Warm notes
shiver skin, dark sable rides
the arrow, quiver of quim,
buttocks cupped. Ballad rises
from a deep drone,
tight muscle strings vibrate higher,
notes of love's passage, rise,
and fall finally,
sweet song to another world.

Used with permission and copyrighted.

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