My cup

I fill my cup with you and drink; my lips are stained with you
I paint my skin with you; my hands, they measure you
My body’s arch for you; my soulful reach to search for you
My inner want, my entrance; my senses swim to you


Caveney

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  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooalmost 4 years ago

    beautiful…wonderful writing

  • amnesiaray
    amnesiarayalmost 4 years ago

    your writing is so evocative, so sensual

  • the person who inspired it is equally evocative; equally sensual

    – Caveney