Of lust I must speak to you.
This body glows like a river
only too thin to bend over you.
Acknowledge the minuteness spread onto my face
across the loose limbs that floats in the air.
Of beauty –
I come to you,
spreading a knob of orange garden
where the time collapse and stops for a moment.
This moment captures us,
to bind us for a sparkle of glory
Of Tongues and tongues
I dream of point of indulgence
A point that emerges from my bottom to your top-
Plants in the cold rain
like diluted streams of romance
You row in the nectar of my oozing moonflowers
Atop my bosom you sit like a wax
spreading an ensemble of winter dreams and summer breeze.
You do not stop there.
I announce carnivals in my womb.
It does not stop. It glows further.
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