Another Kind of Glory--Erotica
No longer may I fight the image
haunting me--hovering over you,
then plunging down, deep inside you,
helpless at an ecstacy that overtakes
my body as you scream assent,
every pore of us releasing love
symbolic of a prayer of thanks;
that man-part of me,
the luscious girlhood in you
confirms, and we are free,
orgasmically complete.
~
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