Awry

Silently it crept
Rocking my core
It rocked the esse
As robustness
Headed for the rocks
Now I lay
In Dark Angel hands
Hands that rock me
Embracing me
As it itself
Get ready to rock
It makes me soporific
An infinite slumber awaits.


Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Mish with the prompt word being “rock”.

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