652 Serenade [10 November 2004]

I taste your song upon my tongue,
as your words caress my thighs.
Drown me in your sweet serenade.
The lotus of my desire,
I bloom before you
untouched, unknown.
Shivering skin awaits your unchained lust.
Fill me with your potion,
make what once was empty whole.
Still my trembling with the shuddering explosion
that sleeps within.
Ease this cruel torture
that cascades me over the edge of pleasure,
deep into the pool
where pain blurs the line.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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