Threads of feelings run through
This body in lieu of veins
Woven by a double-pointed needle
Of both Love and Lust
Into a mosaic of Bliss and pain
Now sewn into my soul's fabric.
Littering my obsession with urges
As I always find myself rambling,
On that thoughts' sensual lane
Where we bless the night with sin
Exploring this valley in between
Your bosom's twin mountains with
Vents of nipples that finally become
Volcanic when we make our babies.
@harrywill for your daily poetic desserts.