pulse--
steady...
upon my bed
her rose in bloom
and what do you do with a
rose?
you...
inhale...
marvel at it’s
many folds...
gently brush your lips against it
teasingly...
teasingly...
pulse--
racing...
upon my bed
her fountain awaits
and how do you drink from
a fountain?
lips placed gently inside...
to taste god’s sweet nectar
with
quivering tongue
slowly...
slowly...
pulse--
frantic...
upon my bed
her river overflows
and how do you ride
a river?
enter ever so gently...
stroke where the currents
flow...
deeper...
deeper...
pulse--
explodes...
2 comments:
So nice!
Lovely.
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