Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
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Comments1Hi! I loved your poem! Your characters and writing style really stood out to me. I'm a commission-based artist, and if you ever want artwork for your story or characters, I'd be happy to work with you!
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