Each night I open the
journal of your thighs
wherein is written, in
scent and taste, the
history of your sex from
first tentative touch to
frantic fingerings,
deflowerment, experiment with
boys, men, women, me;
bleeding, squeezing
children out but again soon
desirous of being opened, perused,
curled up with, explored and
lovingly read.
Clever!
ReplyDeleteFabulous....just fabulous!
ReplyDeleteMollyxxx
Love the pace of this.
ReplyDeleteso sweet.
ReplyDeletewell written my favorite part...
ReplyDeletedesirous of being opened, perused,
curled up with, explored and
lovingly read.
Hot!
ReplyDeleteI love how you were able to give a woman's sex its different phases in life and appreciate its every facet.
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