Helen Poem

By Chris Zachariou

An impish light tiptoes in
through the queen’s window
falling on her gasping lips
like a thief at midnight.
Naked on her scarlet bed, her
hands reach out to her aching
breasts. Remembering her night
of sin, she writhes and sighs
full of lust surrendering her moist
lovelands to her hungry touch.

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