A Poem About Sex

Press against my begging blossom, 

Reaching for 

Thy tender kiss. 

As I quiver beneath your bosom,

Fill my womanhood

With bliss.

For I trust you with such bounty,

Take away 

My precious gift.

I, a woman, thing of beauty, 

You, a man, 

And we, a risk. 

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