by Esperanza_Hidalgo
I had to read this again and again.
Such need is too cavernous
and such love too wondrous.
- a lovely ending.
Beautiful, beautiful.
love and sleep ....
What more is there except perhaps - eat.
Can't wait to read your story.
and yet what lingers on beyond the reading of this is, for me, the heart of your poem - it's what echoes on:
We are lovers,
young girls of want,
and although the world won't approve
we are married,
our vowels shouted in orgasms,
our bouquets tossed with dripping sweat,
and yes,
our sweet wine
the juice of our pussies,
and bodies soaking the sheets
with the smells of our love.
We are lovers,
young girls of want.