My Longing

a poem of needs

A longing lives
heated in my heart,
aching in my womb,

awakening me to needs.
I hold the seeds
of jeweled want.

Meet me in all
the waves
of my ways.

Adore me
with fragrant petals
of blossomed birth.

Open me
to receive and have
your hearth. 

Take me and fill me 
so I may pour out 
of your blessed seed.

Hold me
so tenderly
I melt and pool

as you drool
of desire for
my taste.

Keep me
safe
in your embrace.

I long.
I need.
I receive.

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