The poem and drawing were inspired very recently and belong as a pair.


Deep within her core primal urging stirs
Lust of woman burns as all consuming fire.
Through fantasy when clad in silk or furs
She has the release, to take her essence higher.
The hand that traces paths o'er rounded breasts
Seeks the depth between her moistened thighs.
Her fingers part her folds, as invited guests.
Her tempo is slow yet starts to rise.
With each new stroke, ragged breath and low moan calls.
A digit deep, the secret site , throbbing heightened state,
Pressing hard upon her bud, rubs long on slickened walls,
Her mind harbours visions of a lusting mate.
She comes, she comes, her arch, her cry, ferocity
She comes, she comes, her pleasure, profound intensity

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