Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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Parted lips and open thighs,

Come to dine,

On a wine most fine,

Entwined limbs and twisted sheets,

Let my tongue- sweep you off your feet,

Ecstatic cries and half-moaned names,

I come to delve- into parts untamed,

Open for me- crown-ed queen,

Allow me to show you- just what it means,

To feel complete.