My breasts bud like flowers,
my hard pink nipples brilliant stamens,
and I am fertile and blooming
with the ripeness of being alive,
my body made of soft Earth.
I hold the round crater of my hips delicately in my hands,
smooth my fingers slowly over sensitive skin,
and lightly tease my way in
towards the hidden folds and creases
between my thighs,
the deep well
of myself,
where the ground is
so wet and moist.
Inside,
I am like deep forest after the rain.
A lush secret,
waiting for you to enter,
so that all
can be revealed.
Beautifully sensual…
thanks, this one was written as if in a trance
Beautiful and sensual
thanks, your poetry is as well 🙂
Most beautiful indeed
thank you my dear for the nice compliment
A beautiful poem. Amazing description in the excellent poetry.
thanks for your lavish praise, and thanks for visiting 🙂
Such beauty in your words… 🙂
thanks kind sir 🙂
I’m fairly sure my jaw dropped with amazement while reading this. As others have pointed out, your words are extremely beautiful.
that’s high praise for sure. Thanks for visiting my dear
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Today I am celebrating the one year anniversary of eroticapoetica. 111 posts! Here is one of my absolute favorites of my poetry, My Body Made of Soft Earth.
My blog has provided me with loads of inspiration and I love all the connections I’ve made with you beautiful and amazing people in the blogging world. Thanks to all for reading and sharing in my life and I hope you have a sexy day 😉
Fantastic consistent imagery.
Oh the glory of this secret…