feeling rhythms
everywhere
and nature does it's
thing
as she sits upon that
swing
imagine feeling burning
between smooth thighs
while needing another
lover's eyes
and arms
and lips
but giving pleasure
from her hips
to the one who's nearest
and not the love who's dearest
her heart can know no rest
when she can't touch the best
flowing endlessly between
the two
her soul bruised,
black and blue
warm streams of white hot
joy is what she craves
inside her soul
is where she saves
the deepest, sweetest
part
for the one who owns
her heart
Written by Alyce (aka) BlkPoette
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