by QwriterIt hangs different on a sister
Sometimes, lust, lust rolls over me
I am the Titanic, she, she is
ocean, tidal wave, lifting me
breathless, weightless, she gives
the moon
It hangs different on a sister
When need overruns me
like a herd of stampeding horses
we ride bareback, & I, I am
moved to tears
what is it? Genetic aesthetics?
It just hangs different on a sister
Sometimes want overcomes me
causing the sun to rise on my breast
& passion carries me over
Niagara, falling, fallingsending me whirling and twirling
whirling, twirling, spinning
traveling her oceans roar
scientist may theorize
It hangs different on a sister
At times pleasure, pleasure
steals me, a gift in the night,
bringing my chest to heave heavy in
sigh, quenching my dry thirst
It hangs different on a sister
Sometimes love gushes over me
a monsoon rain, on dry land, a geyser,
in the Sahara, a flash flood, making my
flowers bloom, love flows over me
filling my pores like red Georgia
clay & I am blissed 'cause
It just hangs different on a sister
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