by Jennifer Rightmyer

    Our first time together.
    You kiss my berry lips
    So tenderly.
    As I unwrap myself
    From my shell
    Your hands search
    My body:
    Uncovering every hill
    And valley.
    My Flesh is like a peach
    That you devour.
    Your love
    Melts in my mouth
    As we bring one another
    To pleasure.
    The fruits of our passion
    And I no longer have to wait
    Until I dream
    To feel the touch of your hands
    On my skin
    And the weight of your being
    On my body.

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