Would You?

would you cherish my beating soul?
would you cherish my artist’s hand?
you’re everything to me

would you watch me finger myself?
would you watch me shake and dance?
I’m filled with visions of us

would you taste my so-soft lips?
would you taste my heady love?
you’re more than I could hope for

would you listen while I read to you?
would you listen to my silent dreams?
I’m resting in your peace

would you inhale my feminine scent?
would you inhale every whispered sigh?
you’re the one who gives me wings

would you embrace my tender tears?
would you embrace my wicked tongue?
I’m more myself with you

would you feast on this open blossom?
would you feast upon this deep mind?
you’re the love of my life

would you accept the hidden parts?
would you accept this delicate heart?
I’m desperate yes for you

tara caribou | ©️2019

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