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The Edge of Wonder
If I’d known better, I would have
approached with reverence
her sacred temple.
I only knew what had
awakened within me.
And so my hand, sandwiched between
her warm stomach and tight jeans,
rooted its way to a holy mound,
a revered site.
There was no other plan that night.
Just sloppy novice kissing and
my curious hand
at the edge of wonder.
approached with reverence
her sacred temple.
I only knew what had
awakened within me.
And so my hand, sandwiched between
her warm stomach and tight jeans,
rooted its way to a holy mound,
a revered site.
There was no other plan that night.
Just sloppy novice kissing and
my curious hand
at the edge of wonder.
Published 14th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Remembering an early experience with fondness and a little regret.
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14th Dec 2021 7:04pm
14th Dec 2021 9:59pm
First verse betrays how sometimes in first times the selfish desire gets the better of more gentle considerations.
"a holy mound, a revered site" - love that description
"a holy mound, a revered site" - love that description
