This image was generously loaned to me. It was the inspiration for the poem. -Rebecca

Unlock the steam
my body sings
a song of lust
on feathered wings
drown in the mist
of lovers in heat
engorge in her
to rhythm and beat
pounding in sweat
your torturous hand
lust burning hot
there, by your command
liquid, carnal
lusts flowing might,
pouring over
my body takes flight
releasing me
flying to sun
lost in my lover
body undone.


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