A wake

You are preserved

as well as I,

he observed from his mahogany bed


As she looked down on him

with a pristine face

and eyes of

tear-lacquered

ash.


((Note from the author: I had a bit too rough of a week to be in an erotica-writing mood, but I did promise myself that I was going to aim for one blog update a week. So here is a short piece for you.))

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