MATURE MATERIAL
As his lips devoured her silky skin
All he could taste was
Lavender and frankincense
As his hands gripped her soft flesh
All he could touch was
Damp earth and cloudy skies
As his knees spread her thighs wide
All he could see was
Glistening petals of honey divine
As his voice guided her willing body
All he could hear was
Rolling thunder and howling winds
As his body claimed her entire being
All he could imagine was
Crashing waves and molten volcanoes
As his arms protected her sleeping form
All he could sense was
Warm sunshine on falling snow
tara caribou | ©2018-2021
Read more like this in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.
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