from behind and over
you arrive like Spring
with lips and tongue
and hands caressing
you find me vulnerable
and provide sensations
that mend the fragments
of Winter’s annihilation
with licks and flicks you
take complete control
and like Summer’s heat
you devour me whole
wash over me as desire
and I willingly come undone,
grip tightly as I harbor
in this gestation of love
(“Dream about a dream (lovers)” by Pola Esther on vincekris.tumblr.com)
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