My Unguilty Pleasure
She is the strangest sort of beautiful.
The oddest breeze of fresh air.
She caresses my lungs.
She is my winged pleasure. My adaptation to this world.
I am so fortunate to seek shelter in her bosom.
My gorgeous creature,
Unbeknownst to many.
But I know.
The simplicity in her everything,
the way her hips graciously bear me.
Birth my tongue repeatedly,
She is my breeze of fresh air.
My whisp of hope.
And I love her.
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