How can I explain it?
How do I want her?
The scent of fruit and flower in her hair.
The soft touch on my neck.
The meandering finger on my skin.
The yielding warmth of her breast.
The shape of her - the taste of her – the feel of her
Mining deep for her goddess – as she mines for mine
Her soft breath caressing my secret places as her tongue tastes the darkness of my soul.
She yields to me and I yield to her. She is mine – I am hers, as we render the dance of Sappho.
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punkfan:
You should publish!
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