there’s a gentle dominate                  
trajectory in how you expose                  
me in the very iye of myself,                  
yet i dont know how you find                  
affection a woman with a          
zoetrope  of scars and wild          
sentiments,    -  -cautious          
movements delicately painted                
still my bruised fruit is                  
taken  by  your jagg’d  tongue                  
of life, causing me to reach      
and  cry out          
you remain firm      ..rimming        
me with raw forms of        
compassionate forgiveness        
for even thinking that all i am        
is un'lovable           
 ..and i arch ...i spread open ..                  
and i sink.. then elevate giving                
it is there                  
you watch resistance tremble                  
when wrapp'd in your      
breath-providing strings that              
holds me close .    
allowing  every  crevice of my    
soul to feel         
as if youre a cursive scroll                  
of exfoliating Vedas, meant to                  
pull me back into what ‘is’  ..                  
...til im deliciously laid against                  
earths’ sunken spine ...ritually                  
left in sensuous solitude to      
immerse and accept versions      
of us               
Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
Published | Edited 9th May 2019
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