My hard Venus in Furs

Soft quakes, in slow aches, that now release
Images that live true  on beyond this world;
But  they  leave a scar;   a low,  slow  given  yearn;
That seeks in the  needy  tease  of  a long  reveal,  
That rises  from a  wink  which aides as it so  serves: 
                                            My hard Venus in furs .

We follow the tango:  the rich voice  of seduction.
In a  voice  that is so  cleaved,  from warm wet  flesh 
That  stays  within a tickled melody; that lacks regret; 
A  secret, that  is soft upon  the iron of her l’ving bed,
that rises  from a  wink , which  aides  as it  so  serves:
                                              My  hard  Venus  in  furs .

Off beat: - a loving long wet touch, the base of thrill,
There  saves  the need  that rests  in this  our trust.
That is reaffirmed  about with  the  soft healing pill
of warm wet  lips  releases  with an  electric   tongue
 That  rises from a  wink  which aides as it so  serves:
                                               My hard  Venus in furs .

And  with  the release  of  warm  wealds of pain
The  serving mistress  shows with served caress 
That  rides,  in  slow soft sifting  squeezed  sighs,
The   swollen  tender bell and  its release  of  mass
That rises  from a  wink  which aides as it so  serves: 
                                           My  hard Venus in furs.

And from the  loving  cup that brings  release
Along  with  lusted hurt that brings  decrease
That  with the aid of a servants tender  kiss
Leads  to the  rise  of throbs  and warm salted bliss  
that rises  from a  wink   which  aides  as it  so  serves:
                                                My hard  Venus  in  furs.

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