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.
I should definitely be writing more sexual poetry with my lil freaky sexual self.
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Your writing is excellent. Thank you.
the way you wrote it made me feel everything. Sun, water, body, soul. Stunning ✨🤍