Sweet sensations

Your sweet lips run with honey wine and nectar.

I taste to feed my hungry spirit.

So long held with waiting for the right time.

I reach for you with arms outstretched.

No longer bound with chains of my own making.

At last true to myself and the earth that bore me.

Damp and hot is that earth beneath us.

As we move in symitary to the music in our souls.

That courses through our bodies to create the rapture.

So sublime….

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