im knee deep in the ashes of angels
the petals of roses
the pages of romances
the promises of leopards
bold spots and feline features
the hunt in me, is reawakened
by her tight gown and perverse persuasion
she curls up on the fur print
curved and elegant in tease
the sky falls down with the tapestry
and velvet shrouds flap like hummingbirds
to the notion that her skin and my emotion
mask my predatory motions
within grinding harmony of composition
matching tempo to the lively triple meter
Chopin's Mazurkas in full blast
echo soft off the stone floors
and twist the dancing fire
the atmosphere is old
the staircase builds
the excasty builds
she rises, ascending and clutching
silk sheets and lions mane
while gasping, and sinking
into the richness of the sunrise
and all its brilliant hues
painting her nude body amber
warming her blood
warming me
keys crash together
complimenting chaos
raging and storming
while I hold her in climax
and the maelstrom of our ballroom dance
falls back between the pages of history
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Submission Name: Luxury 
