Silk

Silk

hands whisper weight on back

gliding over your skin

oh gentle king

we live a great mystery

queen doesn’t call a servant

to her bed to play

when her king knows so much more

two jigsaw pieces; interlocking

your key turning in a lock

be silk wrapped around her

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

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