
Porcelain cheeks, rosebud mouth
hide cunning mischief
that lurks inside.
Dropping your decorous robe
lascivious lips curl around
murmured persuasions
nuzzling nakedness
your smile
beguiles
A shiver down a sinuous spine
foraging finger tips fathom
a sharp intake of breath
sensuous rhythms
rock together
forever
Dawn slides into morning
decorum is restored;
appearance is all.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #76 photo prompt.
Image credit: GoranH on Pixabay
The image shows a small porcelain angel sitting in a prayer mode.
