Ra, his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.
And Honoria
lay
legs akimbo along his length
exhausted
as the morning slinks
between closed curtains;
no sleep or little
too many hands at work
brushing soft
against her glory wet
as she herself
tugs and moans
and the hours grey.
Oh these two that touch
desire deep
laugh and smile,
one would think…
yet Love,
sparks not profound.
Still,
amidst their search, Ra
his way
to Honoria's bed
is found.
