Yawning Petals

lillies

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And so it goes prospective lover,
If asked today
Whether or not you could come by
Would you share your soul
Or would I be denied?

Would you relegate me to only the basest level of satisfaction?
Or allow me a deep swallow of soul?

Swirling your essence,
Over and around my palate,
Side to side,
To the back of the tongue,
Before finally consuming you.
Like morning dew,
To the center of yawning petals.

If the dream cannot be realized,
Why take part in the activity?

Allow me the opportunity,
To intoxicate you in spirit.
As I mould clay,
While whispering soul,
My lips,
Moving over the surface.
My energy,
I give to you in circular motions.
My actions,
Consisting of physical movements,
But the implications,
Reaching far beneath.
My mind.
Consumed with thoughts,
Thoughts of anticipation,
Of the taste,
Implore me to ask.

And so it goes prospective lover,
If asked today
When you come by
Would you share your soul
Or would I be denied?

Clothed in gossamer silhouette,
Just, a step, ahead.
Faint light broken by your stride.
Toward the rise of your hips,
To waistline.
The feminine,
In the curve of your lines,
In the fragrance of your hair.
The knowing in your smile,
The mischief in that stare.

So prospective lover,
When you come by,
Lead, I’ll follow,
To the edge of sight.
Take my hand.
Share your soul.
Hide away with me,
Tonight.

by malakhai jonezs
© Copyright 2016

img src: http://media.kids-myshot.nationalgeographic.com/2011/07/4e24b16160abbDSC_0023_large_medium.JPG

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