Your hands above my weight
Tease the bees hived in my hair
Your smile at the side of my cheek
As you stroke my perfect petals
Press above me
Glowing growing readiness
On to me
Holding folding tenderness
Tasting my nectar its sweet release the aroma lifting
A soft blooming bud held in your hand
When you have withdrawn yourself and the magic
When only the smell of your love lingers
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They call me Mistress and Priestess but I'm just me young crazy and free!
Composer. My composer. I choose you. Let's make sweet music. Play me like a piano. Brush your fingers on my skin. Let the sweet music begin. Play me like a guitar. Your fingers on me strumming.
I think I've been an unused instrument Not played with for so long I need to feel fingers upon me The carnal feelings getting strong Desires within me lay dormant Are simmering in an urgeful place I...
@aleishagayle20 I do enjoy these kind of poems of yours, here have this π’ no idea what it is tho lol π
@becominghuman hahaha I'm teasing babe the way your reading might be right I'll leave it up yo you how you interpret it π
@aleishagayle20 No problems, would have left a comment, but work is a pain in the ass. very good little poem.π(I found a cubourd to hide in)
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