They are the flowers in a world of fungus.
The curve of their neck against my lips
It consumes me.
I want to sink my teeth into it.
They truly are
My truest obsession and my curse.
I bow down and worship them.
The grace they carry is overwhelming,
The smell is intoxicating.
I gravitate to it.
Every cell springs to kinetic action.
With every new one I taste
I hunger for more- more- MORE.
When I am without it
I cannot function,
Cannot hardly move.
Without copulating with it,
I desire only cold black death.
So absolutely wonderful.
Better than any drug,
Better than anything.
The soft, supple skin-
My hands were made to hold it,
Like the most precious fine china.
I would never willingly ever
Endanger or harm it.
It can stomp all over me;
Yet still I hunger for another heaping helping.
I could never lose my romance or passion for it-
God’s finest beauty,
Finest creation,
Most wondrous masterpiece,
Woman.
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Submission Name: Masterpiece
