Instinct Poem by cookie platterkrautenfluglehofel
Instinct
Oh but you are a sight for sore eyes
Very impressive sir! All 6 4 of you with the piercing blue eyes.
I feel 'congested' when I think of you touching me.
We flow together and create the perfect storm
I open like a flower so you can taste my honey
I am the earth mother ready for your seed.
We are original sin, two things slipped together from the primordial ooze, two cave dwellers
It is pure instinct that drives this engine
No thoughts, no words, just the giver and the taker
As my alpha you protect me through each recovery
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4/30/2024 10:28:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Passionate and pure, as heated affection should be! ! ! ! Primal, the timeless act of loving, fed by the heart and soul, no words necessary.....powerfully put!