Not a soul was seen
only me and him
in the midnight lake
full moon lighting up the waters
rippling like beads
it was easy to think
we were part of the lake,
the water, the mud
under feet
it was easy to see
how we belong
and then he touched me
stroking my mermaid breasts
white in the moon light
his fingers
like hungry eels
entering playful
then with worship
and reverence
then amazement and adoration
serving me pleasure
on this moonlit dish
on this perfect night
This piece sums up the beauty I find in your writing. Heaven knows it leaves nothing to the imagination
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