![]() Describing Her in WordsA Poem by torittoHalf of her is woman ripe like an apple the other half impossible to describe. . Words escape me I have none I kiss her eyes her hands her lips. . She is fire yet I cannot keep from the flame She is flowing holy water and I thirst at her gushing stream. . I worship at her shrine dipping my fingers in the river touching my lips slaking my need. . Half of her is woman ripe like an apple the other half high priestess at the Temple of Isis """""""""""""""" photo is public domain © 2013 toritto |
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Added on September 30, 2013 Last Updated on September 30, 2013 Tags: describing her, love, lust, isis, poetry ripe |