If I could make love to myself,
I’d start with my hips—
sweet curve like morning
dew moistens tip of tongue
in strawberry season.
Ripened red fields rock
me in cradled vines. Whisper
my voice, cool my slick skin
in wind of door you slam
behind your back receding.
—Nortina
Nice one Nortina. A turn on Lust?
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Most of them will probably sound like lust 😉 but this one is actually pride.
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Haha! That’s kind of funny Nortina. But I love it. Looking forward to reading more!
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