I have appeased myself
With acts of self indulgence
Whenever I have read you
Fantasized you
The mystical aura that surrounds you
Has a lure so dense
That it agitates my senses
I crave for the luxuriance of your flesh
To put a pearl of my seed
In your navel
And watch it swirling
In your dimple
I wish to run my fingers
Along the misty linear line
That stretches from your navel
To your meadows
And stop there
Soaking the journey
While caressing your trembling curves
I wish to take you, in leisure someday
For you are a beauty
To be worshipped
Amidst nature.
©LR
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