May I Make You Proud You Own Those Breasts? (Racey) Poem by Chuy Amante

May I Make You Proud You Own Those Breasts? (Racey)



woman, who owns my soul already,
warm me with your ways
and flesh may be the reflection
of a sharing and caring and
upliftment of your tenderness
into the heavens of kindness.
let into your deepest soul corners
my care and touch
touch me as we ascend upward
together

owner of my soul,
be tender

owner of my soul,
be the fire when i am the cold
the sugar when I am salt

owner of my soul,
we are an upward spiral
swirling
fingers twirling, dancing clockwise
around the golden glow of your coins
fruit of the loins
of real devotion
FREE but voluntary submission
to our oneness with all

your offering accepted
and I up the ante

wholly you are
the daughter of god
a light shining of perfect femininity
reflecting other's value
as one we experience god

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friends,love,sex,woman
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