Ritual by E Doyle Gillespie (c) 2001

My face to your thighs,
turned end-to-end in
a daybreak salad of
twisted Sunday sheets,
I can finally taste my musings
of the zaftig stretch in your
leather and denim.
I open my mouth,
as you spread your legs
to kiss me back.

 

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