26 Jun


I love it when you come

It’s wet and wild

Luminous and warm, sometimes…cooler

But always it’s loud and forceful

The way you lather my back

Makes me shiver with anticipation

I lose myself in your embrace

Your cling is strong, your scent…intoxicating

There are complaints,

But I don’t care,

They have no appreciation for your beauty

Your twisted marvels embrace my serenity

I long to see your forked flares ignite my pastures

And dance across my meadow

Hear your fire and flourish in your rumble

When you leave, my petals drip from your charisma

And in the distance, your echo reverberates in my soul

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Posted by on June 26, 2012 in Poetry


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