She spread her thighs
As bass line thuds from the music
Still stalked her through walls
And her slick black skirt
Unusual
Hiked from the motion
And she looked up at the cracks
In the ceiling and saw branches
Of the Amazon
Flowing on yellowed maps forgotten
And yes, the supplicant waters of tongue
That quivered with experimentation
From the wine-lipped girl on her knees
Felt like all the stars parting
But instead of blackness and empty space
There was her her her
Pussy blossoming, clit-infinitesimal
Then mushrooming with arched-back inflation
Shattering the old universe
Tumbling and twisting behind
(In September…always in September)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d5gwkb/ff_september_erotic_poetry
This is so lovely…