Back later. Heterotica loves the kiss. A stolen kiss, the handsome stranger, the wild rise...
Here it is! a little silly poem about being swept away by a rogue, but of course!
a kiss upon the stair
c. Valentine Bonnaire March 2013
the rapture of a starlit kiss
once stolen madly upon the stair
a feathered cap, a falcon’s flair
were things that led her to his lair
a maid will crumple and go bare
in the mastery of a poet’s flare
his lips so tender everywhere
no chance had she on the darkened stair
and at her bodice his fingers crept
and at her heart her feelings leapt
between her thighs his fingers swept
how skilled was he of the parapet
how merry it seemed to begin the dance
how sweet it was against his breast
her heart was pounding in her chest
O, stars made brilliant on that night
the moon embraced them in golden light
in silver vows of quiet love
she was as peaceful as a dove
beware the dark upon the stair
and rogues immortal knighted there
a maid but has a tiny heart
she’s sure to lose it in the dark
~
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