Virgin Poet
Welcome to her
pleasure dome
Venus vixen
born in
weightless
freeness
Right on the cusp
of the Universes
poetry apex
Neuroacoustic
Enchanting
af robeat
Easily
dominating
bones
God
She wants to hear
the soul dance
Still listening from hips
a mute hearing with hands
an improper metaphor
Still she
performs her
virgin lullaby
serpentine
slithers
as articles
of clothing
shimmy
down
velvet
pores
Spilling out of
cotton fibers
seduction
has became
the fabric
of her life
Her salacious
speech so refined
erotica's mistress
divine artistry
technique
contortionist
meets home grown
voodoo love child
She speaks in tongues
so saith the Maiden Fair
born beneath the belief
she could cast spells
with her lips
See she saw you
your shade something
like poetry
By Samantha Campbell
poem by Samantha Campbell
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