To you,
I am ever grateful
for blissful, tantric nerves.
my fingers,
they
lightly part subtle energies of
springs' sweet, glistening grass.
oh, to reveal the hungry soil of lingering, scented dew.
so well hidden within,
I've bidden
the slow rising kiss of Mother Earth.
My sips do treasure drawn taste of sacred unity,
anew.
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful and poetic


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Thank You
Very much.
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