Working her mountains
My diamond's nestled in flesh
From Earth's dust, we're made
***
Breathing heavily
Opposing winds are blown fast
I'm East, and She's West
***
Like a great geyser
That shoots its water up high
The pressure's released
***
She loves the necklace
but her lust is ravenous
All Consuming Fire
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You're right. This is definitely filled with tons of ennuendo.
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I loved the images you put in this one! They go so nicely with this sensual poem :)