Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
and now
me wrapped around you
you inside me
I inhale, you exhale
love like smoke curling from our lips
you, the finisher of my being
I close my eyes, it’s you
upon waking, I am reclaimed
your rite, a right
your touch slithering softly along my curves
making me become a woman
your voice pulling out of me
your name and the creation of something altogether new
tara caribou | ©️2025 photo by me
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Very beautiful and sensual, Tara. 💕
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Thank you Michael. I appreciate that. 😌
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A gorgeous, sensual piece, Tara. Very warming!
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked this one. Early morning thoughts.
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🙂
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Something more than intensity
the enduring comfort
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Definitely!! You got it.
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Gorgeous poem, Tara! Love the way you do those…
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Thank you Chris 💕
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