In the grass

Image © Jennifer Phillips

Your tongue drips honey from my secret hollow,
my nectared pleasure domes...

On golden haunches poised -
soft sweet-tipped breasts sweep the clouds

Warm gentle breeze eddies, wafts -
caresses my grass-etched skin.

We roll together and worlds collide
Smooth contractions, fierce ablutions.

The sun lights starbursts in my eyes -
I cry ecstasy as the birds wheel above,

and I suck the scent of grass,
fresh pressed by firm flesh -

We roll honey-dewed in pleasure,
coupled in the grass.

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Image © Jennifer Phillips