Blooming Orchid
Stroking his palms on my mouth's tip,
I bloom delicately
from a grind of kisses- my scented nape
pulsing down my stem-
and he opens the crevice
around floral depths.
With the beat of his yearning
we tremble as one;
my nectar overflows.
Some Kind of Sensual
Nette Oncluaud's Contest
June 6, 2020 ( 42 words)
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