Contributed by Lani

My lover lay on my bosom. I feed him from within.

He holds me. There is no separation.

He leaves for the daytime and some nights alone.

He returns to me as pure as when we parted, my lover.

 

My Darling Lover – Heather Mirassou

My Darling

Your fingertips

Slightest touch

My skin rippling

Goose bumps

Like prickly pears

Sizzling fire

Desperate ache

Primitive desire

My Neck

Bountiful harvest

Taste of Sweet

Nectar

Lays in wait

Begging you

Blowing breath

Your tongue

Tingling heat

My Body

An Hourglass

Voluptuous curves

Gentle bosom

Soft as silk

Electrifying splendor

Blood pulsating

Taught and tight

Hypnotizing ecstasy

Your Body

Pleading me

Perfect design

My delight

Madness penetrates

Primitive union

Fevered passion

Quaking pleasure

Warm glow surrounds

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