I’m feeling an ache
A longing between my thighs…
It gives rise to the surprise
I’ve been saving.
Sin craving,
Lust escalating.
Fingers strumming,
Moans humming.
Body writhing,
Can’t contain…
Won’t subside.
Oh Lover, please
Please…
Come inside
Your gift is waiting
Their cup is full
It overflows
It’s rich and warm
She sips it slow
It’s a taste
She’s tried before
Now it’s sweeter
She longs for more
He fills her cup
Until it overflows
With depth and love
Their passion grows
She drinks him in
He sips her slow
So warm and rich
They overflow
You churned the dirt
And planted the seed
From within
You saw her need
Hidden well
Far below
She longed for air
She longed to grow
At first the garden tended well
No worms, no weeds
No petals fell
She sprouted forth
So alive
Blossoms opened
And she thrived
But after time
It all passed
For without air
She’d not last
No food to nourish
Or sun to shine
Planted in a bed
Wasting time
The stem it droops
Her petals dried
The blossoms fall
The flower dies
It’s too late now
To sow the seed
To water, to nourish
To kill the weed
And looking back
Who’s to blame?
The sun, the earth?
Or the lack of rain?
The website of author Emmanuelle de Maupassant
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Mixing the spit of my soul with the dirt on my hands, flooding muddy words grow.
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
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a day is a lot of stories. . .
Erotica and other work of love, lust and matters of the heart
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
No one should see the Chink in your Armour,that does not mean you don't have any!
Creating worlds in word and art and exploring the universe in which we exist.
