In, in, in

a poem about making out with Life

Water pours into
naked body —
fills the crevice
between two thighs.

Oh, how cold.
Oh, how refreshing.

It lights me up and
it pleases me:
Mother Nature making her way in,
wet fingers against my spot.

I tilt my head back and
the Sun kisses me, too:
nose, cheeks, lips,
and soon enough,
I'm making out
with the mouth of Life.

I'm burning up alive
in the most orgasmic of ways.

He touches me everywhere
as She penetrates me —
Sun and Water,
lover and lover —
since ever and forever a deep part of me
in a deep part of me.

They pleasure me until I'm full;
they pleasure me until I can't take it anymore.

I open my legs and spread them out wide
and I allow them both in, in, in.
It's a light inside of me
that will never go out;
a light inside of me
making me glow

and soon I'll be
nothing but stardust
as I explode.

A breath escapes
louder than loud
and it is now infinitely
Love all around.

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I should definitely be writing more sexual poetry with my lil freaky sexual self.

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