Her Ripe Bossom

Her ripe blossom is the seed of completeness that completes me.

Locked in to her roots connects me to mother nature at her core.
Her perfection now mine to share, mine to keep, mine to devour, mine to feel for a while…
And if that while be let to prevail, it would become my bliss, my peace, my piece of life felt in every waking breathe that I take.

Her soft skin the ore of comfort that shields me from the madness this world envisagés on a mild soul like mine.

She is life in walking flesh, the embodiment of my peak desires. She is the ore of bliss bundled into molecules I can watch and absorb or appreciate.
She is the perfection I seek in the bossom of my solitude.
She is
Her