Maple Syrup
A dappled touch beneath the maples,
The flickering light caress brings
Sweet coursing through the erect trunk
As the beaming touches up and down
The standing member…
The glorious fulfillment with
Sigh of pleasure
Come.
The hardness only shelters
The soft, sugary liquid love within…
Opening…then insert…
Open more…
It pours out in spurts into the
Rounder catcher of nature’s love juice.
Then drips.
Light and heat boiling down to
Essential syrupy goodness.
ã1 September 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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