Slit me like a sack full of grain
Spill me like sweet water
Strike me with that one last match
Burn me down to the embers
Churn me until I’m soft like butter
The oil must separate
Then wrap me in the pleasured languor of your gaze
Until they come
The unstoppable love waves
Until it comes
That smile on my face
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
Sonya Florentino
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