Ritual Ii Poem by lamia harker

Ritual Ii



Her lips to mine
like velvet rapture.
I could taste the
coppery
sweet pressure
upon me

She wrapped me in her
all consuming grace
I was swallowed
her purpose
became mine own.
balancing in kind.

it was she who truly came before.

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