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Link to photographer Mike Laycock - Silversalt
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The Lovesmiths
Hot love I smelter
And pour it out glowing
From youth’s shelter
Of its strong outflowing
A lovesmith you made me
After three year’s indenture
At least three years, all free years
From sexual adventure
But then on the anvil
Of down, fur and feather
We beat out the bonds
By which our love to tether
A welding of hearts
By the hot heat of passion
In furnace of white sheets
That started the fashion
Of warming ourselves
By each other’s flesh meeting
Unhindered by bras, vests
Or new central heating
Lovesmiths of pleasure
Each crafting a treasure
To last the full measure
Of life oh so fleeting
© Mike Laycock(Silversalt) |
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