Two Invitations

Love beckons, bare-bosomed
Draped in lust-woven silks sutured with desire
She seduces my wants and weakens my will.

Sleep extends a plump arm of comfort
Drawing my weary frame into a rare embrace
I retreat into the dark cradle of her chest and make no sound.

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