you have come
to me,
this early evening
with
a need,
to worship
at my *******
and who am i
to deny a man,
in his need
you bare
my udders
to the world
and sigh
in adoration.
before your
thumbtip
traces the
bluevein river
that arose during
the suckling season,
years ago
and has never subsided
you are fascinated by it
for me it is a blemish
upon the milky hills
your where your fingertips
trek and wander
those same hills rise now to
ripple and bump under
your roving sheperding skin
and your tongue asks,
seeks, direction in the vale
between
with pressing lips
and murmuring breath
that thumb
intrepid leader
of the pack
has found a peak
and with rubbing
caress has claimed it
for his own
not to be outdone
your lips grasp
and flag the other one
but be careful
my wonderful
mountaineers
i feel
an earthquake coming on
as you quest and worship
at the two peaked temple
i sigh and mewl and groan
some goddess i am
when i am the one who begs
you the peon for mercy
but soon the peon
shall become the god
and the goddess,
a pilgrim.
then i begin
a sacred sojuorn,
in the southern regions
as i worship
and love and own.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
you have come
to me,
this early evening
with
a need,
to worship
at my *******
and who am i
to deny a man,
in his need
you bare
my udders
to the world
and sigh
in adoration.
before your
thumbtip
traces the
bluevein river
that arose during
the suckling season,
years ago
and has never subsided
you are fascinated by it
for me it is a blemish
upon the milky hills
your where your fingertips
trek and wander
those same hills rise now to
ripple and bump under
your roving sheperding skin
and your tongue asks,
seeks, direction in the vale
between
with pressing lips
and murmuring breath
that thumb
intrepid leader
of the pack
has found a peak
and with rubbing
caress has claimed it
for his own
not to be outdone
your lips grasp
and flag the other one
but be careful
my wonderful
mountaineers
i feel
an earthquake coming on
as you quest and worship
at the two peaked temple
i sigh and mewl and groan
some goddess i am
when i am the one who begs
you the peon for mercy
but soon the peon
shall become the god
and the goddess,
a pilgrim.
then i begin
a sacred sojuorn,
in the southern regions
as i worship
and love and own.
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