Erotic Poetry

Fill me with sprouting seed

Until emerald tendrils creep out of my fractaled folds,

And wrap around my writhing limbs.

A wellspring of verdant splendour sprays in abundant profusion from my insides:

Ivy leaves, lotus buds and lily pads,

Along with the brackish mire of the shadows,

Pour out as if I were a mountain

Holding untold secrets

Of darkness and light.


2 thoughts on “Emerald

  1. Oooh, I love the imagery painted with your words in this one. Like a lush garden of delights. The accompanying image fits it perfectly too.

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