This is a revision of the "Wedding Night" poem I posted earlier... I suck at revision. This is probably only the second poem I have ever revised in my life. Poetry is painful enough the first time so I usually never touch it again... so yeah, here goes nothing!
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His Puritan hands caress her ivory body
Fingers entangling in her sunshine curls
Her crimson lips taste of innocent lily flowers
As moans send sweet ripples through his core
Her lacking pain sang of her tainted damnation
Illuminating her Elizabethan burial gown
Absent is the pure commitment stain
Leaving her no more than an episcopal whore
Spelling abomination with the A sewn upon her breasts
Her porcelain blues glisten with trepidation
As Leviticus publicly hung her for the vile temptation.
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