heA Poem by wiccacelticaa hand skims across my breast lingering
feel the heat
and i sigh
when you want
I can no longer stop you
taste the forbidden folding desire from the imprisoned society of shame relinquished in the utmost ecstasy of surrender
I finger myself with intense surmount revealing my seed to fruit's sweet song with the unabashed
and love spreads open once and for all only for you
only
for you
it will be
as perfect as drowning
and the heavens will stand in welcome © 2008 wiccacelticaReviews
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5 Reviews Added on June 3, 2008 AuthorwiccacelticaSmall Town, RIAbouti'm not a writer. my poems are a way of channeling my emotions out on paper. i don't even know if they should be called poems, you decide. I put the words down as they evolve in my head so i don't us.. more..Writing
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