Pomegranate

Swept away in the wind
of your desire for me
our heavy breathing
raw and gorgeous
until my need
turns into a bellyache
with how full of you I am
my moans, raspy
your lips, juicy
the pomegranate center of you
full-bodied and smooth

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.