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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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