(29/30) Repose

The Prompt for day 29: write a paean poem.


I pull your lever,
you stretch my limbs,
my body reclines
butter soft material
massages my skin.

You’re a High Priestess
of posterior cradling,
a Duchess of comforting
the derrière;

your cushions, my concubine,
relaxing bones and my tired behind.

My pet name for you...
catcher’s mitt;

I sink into you,
you memorize my fit.

I can’t easily count
the nights we’ve shared,
the pain you’ve relieved;

you’re a throne of
calculating coziness,
when we’re separated,
I grieve

wishing death to
that morning alarm,
the countdown beginning
for returning back to your
welcoming arms.





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