How does it feel
For her, inside,
Inspired by touch or taste
As the whispered word.
Does she ache
The way we do,
The intense rise of
Fire inside
Where we cannot
Possibly quench it,
The more we taste
As one poet put it,
The more we need,
Sipping her the way
We might sea water,
Each sip making
Us thirst more
Until we need to
Drink up the whole
Sea and still not
Find satisfaction.
Does she feel that, too,
The hunger for more
Than oysters,
This need to feel it all
Deep inside,
We penetrating her
Defenses
To reach that part
Of here when
It aches the most.
Does she feel the need
That needs to be
Satisfied
Deeply.
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