Bee To Flower
If I would give the best to you,
you tender forth the seat of my desire,
a womanhood all wrapped in lust
and echoing my cries
that will not be contained,
yes echoes as sweet spasms
clenching, grasping
with your fabled gate
into erotic paradise--
and I still scooting on to seek
another lover's soft white thighs
to lie between...(and lie between)
my protestations of a love
to last the ages.
Such the love
that makes a paradigm of bliss
and flies
into oblivion.
~
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