Tantric Poetry~ Your Love.

I don’t want to leave you.

I want to lie here forever, held in the musty scent of you.

Listening to your whispers of silence, that speak to my loins.

My heart.

I am so vast here.
So vast.

My breath is stolen.
No edges to restrain my being ~ ness.

How can I return now to walls with no soul.

No morning song, Or evening star.

Knowing you are here,
Knowing how my body melts into your form,
As you beckon and draw from me, long kept sighs of all my womanly wild secrets,
Wrapped in orgasmic threads.
An un~quenched longing.

Your love.

Michelle Roberton. 

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