Your love -
For breakfast,
Lunch and dinner.
Your love
Affects me -
My will grows thinner
Each time
You touch me
In teasing ways;
Each time
I tremble
In your embrace.
I flood
Your essence -
With sultry fondness.
You flood
My kernels -
With virile passion.
I cease:
To hide
My yen and shimmer.
We cease:
To stifle
Our perfection.
(c)kRu, 09.04.-13.04.24
https://roshkakru-poems.livejournal.com/69791.html