20 June 2012
Adorned in night-black, of elasticacted thwack, on knickered thong of soft ass, you stop, with subtle spread, above me, laid stiff, on my grassy, clay bed
Thighs, high on leg long, stretch, strapped tight in leathered belt, step out in beat of stilettoed svelte, right before left, before right, bereft, you catwalk my grave's runwayed turf.
Bodiced full of enveloped breast, sown deep in slide, a dead man's request, nipple hard in cold, gilded gold of buckled pin, you lean forward, exposed, navel to chin, to utter farewell, and blow one last tender kiss.
A Last Kiss • Opuss № I