Black Poetry : Inner Woman

jazzymoonchild

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I am stirring
feeling your warmth
Strong arms
with protruding veins
Thick legs pressed
against the back of mine..

spooning

conjoined

in slumber

How sweet, the pain
as my inner woman wakens

throbs....

as a heart does

You breathe
Innocently, your lips
which I

crave

like sustenance
brush my neck
and I tremble...

mmmmnn

You lit me
like a match
My flame has started
and I press against you
guide your hands
to where my milk flows

biting my lip

softly moaning

a symphony
only you hear

No longer in hibernation
your touch
molds me
smolders me

makes me beg...

for more

and more.....

without a word
to me
I do as you say
Let you feast
on my goodness
'til I can no longer want

You take me to that place
where I am free
My femininity
released
my Inner Woman
again
sleeps...


jazzymoonchild, copyright @ April 2004​
 

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