Your vagina
Dear Venus
Your soft mossy gate
The V between your
legs
The bush of your rose
The head for my nose
Your vagina melted
Into flesh last night
And played on my dreams
Until the morning
light
The gossamer veil
Revealed you there
And my fingers
unfurled
Amongst your pubic hair
The bud of your clitoris
Felt wet as a sponge
I knelt and I touched it
With the tip of my
tongue
The ghost of your
statue
Enveloped my wishes
My hands knead your
muscles
From the start to the
finish
I rub you and rub you
Your contours are
supple
I hug you and push
you
And do the impossible
Sweet rose of the
ether
The deeper between
Your breasts I have known
Your flesh I have seen
The rest that I know
Happened off screen
(That's why they call it ob
scene)
You're petals are
open
In this lingering
dream
We did it together
We touched and we met
Made love like
forever
Until we were wet
Wetter than milk
Drenched as a deluge
Drowning and fucking
Like stars in the
rain
Coming and froing
Again and again.
O Venus your vagina
Was soft and real
there
In my dream you had thighs
And real pubic hair
Your entrance was
gentle
My chisel your genitals
The artist never
surrenders
The wrestle for perfection
The struggle to
invest
His subject with light
That's how we
undressed
And had spiritual sex
Like angel delight
But your Vagina dear Venus
is out of my clutch
You're a cold marble statue
I can look at
but not touch.
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