Queen of the Keys
by Steve Tanham
Idle Imperial, Queen of the keys, Retired from fingers deft with speed, Bakelite margins; slid and locked By polished nails of Red and Grace, Verónica and Jane: the perfumed ranks Of they who came – with eye-lined, hungry gaze To feed on heated blood of virgin males. Their perfumed beauty fixed on you, In mischief, now, in case you think The ruby smile was … Read More Queen of the Keys
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