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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