Sit
Relaxed, like thick batter
in an oiled pan
Lightly, Like a dried leaves
gently making contact with brown soil

Sit,
And offer him your hands
in a sacred session of adoration
Let him cup your chin in his palms
as he tells you why your skin owns his favorite colour
And why your lips hoard his favourite fruits in them
And why your smile is more
nourishing than morning’s sunlight

Release yourself into your lover’s praises.

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