Bliss

Alisa Muniz Blanchard all rights reserved

With silken wispy tendrils
Soft and sleek fluttering curls
Autumn cascading onto my hands

You spread yourself like a butterfly
White and pink flesh
Stark against my plush purple throw
Your breath clicking in the still room

Naked breasts rise and fall
Mounds of jiggling music
The smoothness of your skin
On my dry lips
Feels like sunshine

As my tongue prods its way
Seeking a place to rest
If only for a moment

Like manna from the Goddess
In the juice we call bliss

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