Megan (forestwhisperer) wrote in sacred_sensual,
Megan
forestwhisperer
sacred_sensual

If you
invited me
over for tea
and toast,

I would wear
all
my silk skirts,
every one--
amethyst
crimson
aquamarine
fuchsia
emerald--
layer piled upon layer,
their folds and ruffles
heaped around my legs
thicker
than the petals of a peony.
No one hue alone
could express
the colors
beating at the curtains
of my heart.

You could
peel back
layer after layer,
stroking
the velvets and satins
till only skin remained,
my bare soul
trembling
in the mounds of fabrics
swirling around us,
lapping at our ankles
in little waves
of sunrise.

Of river
I was born--
that sinuous river
lying broad
and nude
in its silken curves.
As my layers
fall away,
you open me
like a river clam,
revealing
my wet, yielding core,
the hidden pearl
nestled within.

Two suns are rising,
my quivering heart
strung like a bead between,
my ego
eclipsed
by your
touch.

We swim
together,
fully steeped
in this
ecstatic infusion
of naked
peony
tea.
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