Intimacy in Motion
I own the night, every curve Every crease, is mine Drips with jasmine and myrrh Incense caresses your skin and my hand Is on your inner thigh, as it quivers From the touch of a goddess Submissive, suggestive, gestures Beckon me to enter your tiny rosebud And give it life. Or limbs tangle together A... Sign in to see full entry.