Where Sane Creatures Slept Poem by Eric Paeplow

Where Sane Creatures Slept



In quiet repose, we lay alone in our lair
Lit by naught, but a lone candles flair
Where sane creatures slept, or at least tried
We lay entwined, enrapt in each other's eyes

Your heaving chest, bound in bone
Tracing the outline, as you softly moan
Rising and falling, with each exited breath
Drawing me to, your soft silken breasts

Petticoats rustle, as they are hiked up on high
Revealing at last, your smooth sumptuous thighs
Our eyes locked, while raged breaths breathe
Teasing fingers run, along thighs, breasts and knees

Whispering words, wishing that others not hear
Writhing bodies entwined, going as far as we dare
A soft whimper heard, escaping your lips
As each thrust drives, into your trembling hips

My impassioned maiden, tightens her grip
Climaxing with one final word, a long raspy yeessss…
We fall on our backs, panting and heaving
Then softy caress, and fall at last, sleeping…

(Bound in bone refers to whale bone in a bustier)

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