Making Love

His fingertips stroked my lips softly,

As he poured life onto me


I gasped at the sudden coolness and

Embraced the warm sunlight

Shining on my bare back


I moaned as his liquid flowed down,

Letting me absorb it in,

Once again,

Giving me vitality


I smiled in ecstasy,

Thinking that,

I was loved and would never be alone,

Even though,

I was encased in this small house


And nothing,

At that moment,

Would ever convince me,


That being a house plant could ever be dull.



This poem is about: 
Our world



Thank you for reading my poem! I personally like plot twists. :D

Aaliyah Bowen

Wow! that was deep. I really liked that.



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