I give to you both inside and outside
of my openness yielding to you
just like a rose in waiting fragile and anxious
slowly opening my folds for you, for me
or anything that's wet.
I open to you
to your exacting lust, pain, or needs
to your giving passion, and lip burns
squeezing tight my inflating clit
against my weak knees
clutching to my heated breasts
I give me to you spreading lewdly
to whatever you might wish, or the heated night might steal.
I am content to giving, to sharing me with you
To open up my petals and let you suck my honey dew dry
I open to feel the yearning, the heat, and the pressure
Of muscular thighs, against my throbbing flesh
I open to feel my own opening,
my petals opening to your own sky of thunders, and deathly thorns.
I open to drink to quench my desert thirst
to devoured your soul, make you mine, and entangled our souls
I open to feel you grinding into my wet slit
filling every cavity with sweat and joy, and circular motions
Holdings our breaths as we are melting into moans
melting into means, secretions, and sun light.
Melting into one, melting into vast openness
openness so much, so vast, paramount
that I can never close Again.

THE END