by
Edrika

(Natches: Where two beautiful, strong, independent women, oblivious to all outside influences, climax in the pure ecstasy of their same gender soul.)

I found my Joy in Natches (deep within her smile);
With flailing open trust.
An honest declaration:
A manifesto for liberation.
(for her I'd walk the ten thousandth mile)
On stratus clouds of genuine comfort.
Quite beyond even my own comprehension.
As my head was turned.........she arose from dust.
I found my peace in Natches (as my head lay on her breast):
In sugar coated calms.
Like tranquil pools....
of golden hues:
Enveloped by arms of sweet and simple charms.
(I kissed her lips, but her tongue did the rest)
My entire emotional state nestled contently
in her palm.
I found my SOUL in Natches (while lost deep in her eyes):
On swollen waves of love.
Like thoughts that pull me under.
On freedom wings of ecstasy;
My spirit soars...
to perilous depths of softest blues ABOVE.

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