We danced in the heat of
Autumn's bonfire,
embracing fevered bodies
flushed with lust and adoration.
his glistening skin
dyed amber from embers,
mine lush and blushed from
trepidation of our bonding night.
The salty taste of his lips
upon mine sent skin quakes
to my sacred chalice
the heat from his sacred girth
radiated as I was thrusted with
hidden strength and delicacy.
Gasping, keening
as we mated.
Our bonding complete,
and my garden now fertile.
About the Creator
Jennisea Standing Rock
I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.
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