Inside our silken cocoon
it's always two in the morning
dark and throbbing silence within,
chaos without.
And I'm always hungry,
my whole being
forever snuggling caressing,
snaking, searching, seeking
soft mounts and peaks...
Ah your hair your hair!
jasmine -scented serpents
all over my face and chest
writhing in ecstasy!
I breathe you in
and let you out
in delicate rings
that float away
in vanishing wisps
Someday soon
will we, my dearest,
shed this cocoon
and seek the light together
for flowers and nectar?
Dec 1, 2022
Dec 1, 2022 at 6:12 PM UTC
Inside our silken cocoon
it's always two in the morning
dark and throbbing silence within,
chaos without.
And I'm always hungry,
my whole being
forever snuggling caressing,
snaking, searching, seeking
soft mounts and peaks...
Ah your hair your hair!
jasmine -scented serpents
all over my face and chest
writhing in ecstasy!
I breathe you in
and let you out
in delicate rings
that float away
in vanishing wisps
Someday soon
will we, my dearest,
shed this cocoon
and seek the light together
for flowers and nectar?
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