She Turns Her Body Into A Question

Gaias Soothing Haven

Our moon slips red—eclipse’s voyeur shadow cups her breast.

She lies still, a fawn, beneath my tear-brimmed eyes.

Her breath—dream’s morning dew?—a whispered request?

Light turns slowly, touch between her parted thighs.

She moans a whispered song—arching, “come to me.”

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  • sorenbarrett

    Exotically erotic seductively sensuous. Nature in metaphor. Lovely

  • Poetic Licence

    That's one for the adults, nicely written, enjoyed the read

  • Priya Tomar

    Very nice.
    Nature metaphors - so lovely!



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