How Love
Four-letter word love poem
How warm your love does make my feet,
They skip o'er fire, so high
That I care not for burn or heat.
To see your lips, mine eye
Does suck them deep in, skip a beat
Does gift each lung a sigh.
How wet your hand does feel my sex,
Hot does she drip, no sin,
O'er your legs, a path in wax,
Glue each limb to your skin.
Help wane and ease, be gone this vex
That grip my neck, gasp in.
How lush your word does fill my ear
As bird song from the tree
You send me calm and take my fear
When mind is far from free.
And in dark coat you are my seer
When fog does mask the sea.
About the Creator
Helen Kwiecien
Chief Sea Hag (Sea Hags Tasmania), yoga teacher, nature lover, symbiotic satirist and doodler. I studied Classics at The University of Bristol and am eager to start a feminist zine and catalyse all the witchy energy surrounding me š
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