My gasp of pleasure
is my aching cry
of devotion.
Inside my skin
I am filled with
the delight of Her
as She presses Herself
to the touch paper
of my desire.
I am held
in Her embrace,
and She in mine.
And in the inky hush,
I breathe my body’s
ecstatic exhale,
and my soul’s
soft sigh of surrender.
the inky hush
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