Slow Down


You twist and you turn
Like a rod in a keyhole
Deep, forced and unfit
You tease me
As you find bliss in my coyness
You toast
That burning desire in me
You thrust
And I feel you slow down a little
Like a knife
You cut right through me
And I could hear the phoenix crying somewhere
And the mandarin ducks have just stopped singing
A murder of crows are waiting
at the end of the line
They could hear you
They could hear us
Slow down, my love
It’s not yet time.



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    Thank you for the follow. I love to be followed by beautiful girls 😉 I look forward to checking out the rest of your work too. O

  • Lovely imagery in this poem, Diana. Nicely done. 🙂