There is a valley in between my *******
Taut skin the color of unstained rosewood
Just left of the center is a nearly systemically deep brown dot
I've heard you say it was beautiful
I've felt your fingers trace its edges
I've melted as you've kissed the valley
And crumbled as you caused my breath to come in waves
The mountains on either side are lithe
Swaying as you stroke the sides of my valley
Tender and full
Full of hope for feeding a child with your lips
My eyes have followed as you've pressed your palm flat against my valley
My knees shook
My ankles trembled
My fist tightened
My body has become a tropical paradise
A vibrant valley
Full and tender
Rich with rosewood
Lonely and longing
Cautious as I wait on your next calamitous visit
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
There is a valley in between my *******
Taut skin the color of unstained rosewood
Just left of the center is a nearly systemically deep brown dot
I've heard you say it was beautiful
I've felt your fingers trace its edges
I've melted as you've kissed the valley
And crumbled as you caused my breath to come in waves
The mountains on either side are lithe
Swaying as you stroke the sides of my valley
Tender and full
Full of hope for feeding a child with your lips
My eyes have followed as you've pressed your palm flat against my valley
My knees shook
My ankles trembled
My fist tightened
My body has become a tropical paradise
A vibrant valley
Full and tender
Rich with rosewood
Lonely and longing
Cautious as I wait on your next calamitous visit
As I have a Mack-Attack
August 22, 2013
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