She moved me.
Dancing in a
circle of women
She moved me.
Rising from the Earth
into my womb
through my heart
to the tips of my fingers
She moved through me.
With her sacred dance
She showed me
how to dip into
Her honey ***
arousing a lust
for Life’s sweet Nectar.
A longing
so deep that my
blind fingers *****
in the dark for
one touch from
the lips of
The Beloved.
One lick,
one ****
one sigh,
one moment
of bliss
before I die
to this dance,
to the thundering
footsteps
in my breast.