White Sheets

red rose
Bare feet peek
red toes on white sheets
the essence
of living
with his wild gypsy woman
dancing in rhythm

To and fro
her swaying hips
captivate
dominate
his every waking moment
tripping, till he falls
Life unwound
he tries to constrain
thoughts unbound
obsessing
for her soul as he hungers
for one wicked glimpse.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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