You beseeched
twin goddesses of vapour
whispered prayers
Soft
against my skin —
let me get lost
Completely immersed
In
this valley of her...
…all I can recall
of that holy moment is
rough palms worshiping
the gentle swells
as you placed your ear
against my heart to hear
the proof of my rapture.
YOU ARE READING
Nectar Seeker
Cerita Pendekshort stories on fantasies and memories of my debunchary
