H: "Help me remember, my love,
That fond smile,
Those fingers trailing my skin lovingly,
The glance of sweetness itself.
We stared into each other's hearts,
we bound our flesh in a pact.
The warmth of your thighs melted me down,
In a swirl of infatuation, you clutched me.
Twist me harder, darling,
Twist me as you wish.
Anchor this memory into your mind,
Leave it floating among the others.
Fleeting it will come to you whenever you crave.
Bringing forth the tasteful pleasure."
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YN: "An anchor in the grounds of constellations,
So, when I look at the firmament I shall recall,
reflected in its pallid bark,
How our silhouettes fused.
Flamingly I rode your valleys
While your horses strode on my hollows.
A light kindled in this pristine grove.
And when the seed rooted,
plunging deep into this cave,
Rampant a wave of lust came.
Then, the culmination of our voyage.
Remember how our breaths raced together?
How did these bodies melt beyond the material plane?"
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H: "I can even taste your lips from here, love.
Addicting wine they were,
And the more I drank,
The less I wanted to separate.
Writhe on my lap,
Let me pamper you until even the goddess Aphrodite blushes.
May this steed never relent on his march,
Hurdling your steep mountains,
And igniting those braziers with neverending flames."
YOU ARE READING
The Hydrangea Garden
Poetry"Your eyes radiated mischief, and just like hydrangea, they brimmed with confidence. Yet, never did they flaunt such beauty." What it is that your lover and you brew in old parchment? No matter what he stood beside you, but what happens when bitter...
