Lillith For Cescil - "Firedog"

Delicate summer women
With but a kiss on her lip
Wears love like a flower
And desire as a fresh rain

Rose petaled words whisper from her heart
And lust lingers as a breeze through the leaves

The days morning dew is her dress
As the sacred sun crowns her in glory

by Sarah Kennedy

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