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Kuru .......Speak Like a Child
Kuru...
….she speaks as a child,
playful and sweet
yet her roar,
like a lioness
a goddess......I, her possession
as the sun rains down
and she beats rhythm
upon my searing, hot meat
…..so hard
her derriere,
panoramic
the view,
I can see for miles
her mountainous landscape
envelope the soul of me
(I am in so deep)
I kiss salty lips,
the puckering of the
soul.....bittersweet
I dip my tongue
down inside her
heaven brown, yes
I dare to eat
…...to tantalize her prickly flesh; I lick her pearls clean
and her Euphrates dares to roar
I am summoned to her door,
called by the moon and the stars
I enter......riding the waves,
pleasure in motion
my firm flesh deeply
spreading, filling
her wet core more and more
indescribable
my body against her body
a sensual passion play
the earth's teutonic plate,
breaking away
the quaking
and the quickening of
her spirit there against the backdrop of
the wild......a seismic event
bodies bent
ladling the lust until
the breaking of day
“Kuru...
….she speaks as a child”
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