i feel her gently. kneading her.
it’s harvest time and she is ripe and bearing fruit.
she is spread out, for me.
and i caress her into it. i feel her gently. kneading her, lighting her on fire.
let me have a taste. she is ignited. sweet mary. she hisses. sweet mary.
i breathe her in, she’s slowly taking me there, turns me on with her love.
takes me to paradise.