the summer began with stale heat that cast an overbearing despair across the land
but as the days grow shorter the scent of wildflowers grew while the pomegranates ripen
blood red juice soaks through the gossamer wrapped neatly around her supple form
her skin stained with the sun’s embrace i long to lick the sticky sweetness away
her spine a cobblestone path my fingers dance upon as her pulse quickens in time
the mossy stones of her hip bones vigilantly watch the glimmering sea of her desire
the last of summer’s caress breathes a cloud of pollen to coat my every thought
lost in the waves of glittering diamonds, and in the drops of sweat along her skin
What a beautiful poetry trilogy
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i wondered if it was an obvious trilogy or not. thank you, EC.
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