Sliding down the rainbow into a Pot of Gold,
Swimming in the ocean and feeling the vastness of Her womb,
Calling for sight and smell to overwhelm my senses,
For Love to gush from my heart,
Like a fruit so ripe it bursts into sweetness,
The moment it touches my tongue.
April Aronoff
Photography by April Aronoff
the moist nectar at first unyielding,
slowly seeping into the sense of smell and taste
yields to touch,
and never enough
the trusting of hips
engulfs my silent blissful soul
one and one
one.
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