sexual innuendo poem poetry – poems 2 die for

KEY

I turned
your key

and your clockwork
went off the wall

symbols crash clashing
wheels spinning crazy

what a heavenly
cacophony

music to these
tender ears.

that would be a night
well spent

getting
the taste of you
learning your flavour

how it shifts between
Empress, High Priestess
Queen of
Cups and

Sixty nine
of Hearts

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