Breasts – The Lustful Empress

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My hands, Dexterous in their palpation And reverent in their caress, Sculpt my breasts Into sweet luminous mounds Of warm Venus-kissed flesh. When once they were hidden stones, Separate And unfeeling, They have become a secret garden Of transcendent writhing And abundant plenty, Connected by hand, heart, spirit and loin. *** This poem was inspired […]

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