Poetry 'n Prose

Desire & Hunger

You bloom with Summer’s juices

with sweet nectar

flowing over, it ripens your dress,

two buds

where my hands discover.

You move my aching erection

with your body

and tongue

don’t know where

man ended

and where woman begun.

You trip so easily

to the stars

notice how small is our sun

but you are the masterpiece

by far the universe’s

finest invention.

You wake each day

to distance we lay slain

remaining faithful

to the river from where

you once came.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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