Amber gold
spread before me,
Bare
Inviting
tempting
marked with a need,
desires,
my waves flow
Dangerously
Yet unthreatening
Snailing
over your waiting form,
Ensaring
conquering
in each touch
over your seashells,
back and forth
depositing myself
onto you
with each high tide
YOU ARE READING
Nectar Seeker
Historia Cortashort stories on fantasies and memories of my debunchary
