My Queen,
May every morning be like this?
Subtle heartbeats against melanin skin
Fingernails etched into my back,
Revealing your most sensual of secrets
Soft kisses exchanged under lavender scents
May every morning be like this?
Greeted by the golden rays of the sun,
And the fresh, misty dew winds,
Melanin rays of your smile,
With fingertips travelling along my vertebrae,
Legs spread on top of feather-filled blankets
May every morning be like this?
Hips touching the small marks of passion on my body,
Teeth marks embedded into my ribcage,
Thoughts of loving you until my dying days
May every morning be like this?
Confessions of my love spilling from my lips,
As your pineapple juice drips from my fingertips
Everything you are is everything in me
May every morning be like this?
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Yoniverse: Poetry & Pros
PoetryThree themes. Three chapters. A true compilation and celebration of a woman's mind, body, and soul. Travis Parnell turns each moment of experience in his hands, examines it with keen intelligence and then conveys his insights with an elegance of lan...
