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The secret world of smooth warm flesh

your graceful curves delight my eye

they call my fingertips to explore them

such a wondrous geography, paradise

 

I ache to be your favorite native son,

born to love each rise, and silken valley,

humbly bow my head to drink so deep

from your wellspring of sweet desire

 

I long to quench my lusty thirst in you

parched, like a desert nomad’s throat

dream of the day when you float above

find sweet release, like clouds and rain

 

your hands reach out, to take my face

and pull me to your waiting breasts

to suckle you long as a greedy child

lulled by the music, of your hot breath

 

your fingers plow furrows in my hair

and trace my brow, fever flushed

softly croon song of love to me

need binds me tight to your side

 

do you feel me throb so deep inside?

a counterpoint to your rolling motion?

my growling voice echoes in the room

your name kisses my lips and tongue

 

trembling thighs, so graceful spread

heaven’s gate open so wide to see

to plumb the hot and fragrant depths

as you moan and deeply caress me

 

W. I. Boucher January 26, 2000

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Inspire Change: 2014

 

International Women’s Day 2014 Theme: INSPIRING CHANGE

Women’s equality has made positive gains but the world is still unequal. International Women’s Day celebrates the social, political and economic achievements of women while focusing world attention on areas requiring further action.

Inspiring Change is the 2014 theme for our internationalwomensday.com global hub and encourages advocacy for women’s advancement everywhere in every way. It calls for challenging the status quo for women’s equality and vigilance inspiring positive change.

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(The Floating Poem, Unnumbered)

Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine—tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come—
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there—
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth—
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave—whatever happens, this is.

Adrienne Rich

Image: London Boudoir Photography – fabyandcarlo.com – Mood Board for Ms H – Copyright Unknown