The butterflies on my breasts
With droplets of nectar
Dripping from them
That's how you have left me...
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I wish you played with yourself
Knowing your body
More than the male gaze
More than the male climax
The poses you strike
The sensuality you ooze through your eyes
Your curves which mesmerize
You should watch youself
In the mirror
Nude
Caressing and
Know yourself intimately
Without the male touch
Your fingers
Will give you the luxury
Of an orgasm
Which no men can ever ignite
If only
You touched yourself.
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I miss
The smell of coffee
On you
The way I used to transfer
It's aroma
To you
When you are still sleeping
I used to snuggle beside you
Caressing you with my tresses
Covering your mouth
With my earthy flavour
You used to grumble
But grab my neck
And press me beneath your morning hardness
The taste of coffee
Couldn't have been more heady
Than you.
©LR
©LR