Tantric Poetry ~ Eros

I want to lay bare upon your bones.
Flesh upon my own.

Feel the ecstasy of your rhythmic breath, it’s licks, it’s pauses.

Enticing the wild call within.

My temple is swollen.

Wet.

You drink her rivers.

Ravaged open by fiery tongue.

Rooted in deep union with you and the ancient songs of formless lovers.

Michelle Roberton ❤️

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