Tightly clenched
across her inflated fingertips
...cocooned in the depth of her mothers buds
Held, as she evolves from the drips that trickle from her mothers breast and seep into her as she flourishes
Arching for those stars that would crystal her heavens
Craft her into being more than a woman but as close as mother as can be
In all sense I envied those grips that tasted fruits
Longed for those beverages that was showered from the clouds,
which wept the tears of withered dreams
Her shores were quilted in pallets and drafted with the wind
She existed in the jewels cradled in her bosom
The chords that witness birth were harmonized in seas
And still she tightly clenched
Hunched her neck so she could gaze oh so wondrously
Every kiss guided me to through her scent
across her inflated fingertips
I’ll forever nest
yours truly
Earth smile from an eternal blooming rose
copywright 11
copywright 11
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