Planted Power
I breath heavily,
as I'm suffocated by the oxygen in the room,
your hands filled with my flesh,
your arms compress my bones, as I place my forehead against your chest,
giving you consent, to submerge me in your zest,
Giving you direction, my body is your quest,
i'm a movement by my self, but a force when we connect.
protrude beyond my flesh, my body's soaking wet, drenched within your gentle caress, you peer into my soul through the windows of your own, relying solely upon desire, and what the human body knows, the passion, the fire, the highs and the lows, Love shouldn't hurt, the planted power grows.
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