Bespoke Poems - Poems about Bespoke

Night’s black velvet spree. Moonlight on blue sea. Her royal attire. Shimmers like sapphire. Jewels for her gown. Moon’s image. Her crown. -3-...

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"Bespoke" unknown variables quiver the quill biting words playfully taking waiting lips qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir speaks to you bespoke in passionate whispers dripping the burning grenades intimate soliquays like a warm feathered breeze down all your lines fuse lit and delicious scorching taste it wait it on tongue speaking firm weighted words loaded on erogenous Eros erroneous Ares I gift you a gift from the...

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i am a ye olde chastity belt maker and fitter Fitting is free I love my occupation As I hold the key For an emergency Their men want them fitting While they are away at war And my services are required More and more Something I adore. The women beg me to set them free And I give them what they need For a fee. So need a...

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A crisp white shirt. Designed to fit with fluency. A language sized for lust. To ease my vast dependancy. Every touch is moisten. The fingers wet the appetite. The buttons widen with choice. Her sent stains the embroidery....

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Surf the clutch of drifting hair, The breeze of perfume caught the aspect, Her face poised to kiss the world And lip-synch my sullen ego. This and that and everything Bespoke the name unknown. Claws the benediction near With Venus lines in every respect To blend my palmistry into clones And bless my longing eyes. This...

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