Eruption of Love

My emotions are tied to visions of velvet and the swell of the tide.
Your words explore the dusty crevices of old reasons and regrets …. luring of a tongue probing wet folds of mystery .

O! thought be my own….as I lay and sway to your undulating probing.

Yet beyond hope and touch is the answer.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the tears slide out silently.

I slide my thighs open, and the soul of me relaxes--

              to wait for your beckoning, and urgency; and
                                 let

                      love

               flow

from a trickle

 to a magnificent

“O”.

 

 

Copyright © 11-13-02 Amy L. Allison

 

 

 

 

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