In the beads of warm
Perspiration, clogging my
Forehead, you see your face;
As you go on relaxing
Casually and stealthily
While crushing me
Under your womanhood;
Enthralled, I lay motionless
Like a lazy python
Digesting its prey;
As a sapling loaded with
Dew you fall gasping,
While accepting seeds from
The pores of a moist earth.
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