Love drips down my legs
Like a molasses wave that aches for the shore.
Slow, sticky and sweet,
My body longs for my lover’s hand
To caress what is no longer mine.
I have given my Soul
The Goddess’ tongue is now my own.
As he tickles my neck with passion,
Knowing love deepens over time.
Asking permission with his tenderness.
We go within,
As I dance around him
In a Red Veil.
~From The Blue Oracle and The Cave of Woes by Amy Jones