Poem By Khauri Teverbaugh

Her silky locks...the wind and wave.
The curve of her hips and the sway of her back...
the bend of the Earth.
Her thighs...the slopes of hills & pasture to graze on.
The crook of her arms...the bend in the limb of a tree.
Her dew...is found on the morning grass.
Her voice...the sunrise.
Her moans of pleasure...the sunset.

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