by butterfly on March 30, 2011
by butterfly on March 29, 2011
Amidst the notes
Of my koto is another
Deep mysterious tone,
A sound that comes from
Within my own breast.
~Yosano Akiko
Press my breasts,
Part the veil of mystery,
A flower blooms there,
Crimson and fragrant.
~Yosano Akiko
Your tongue thrums and
Moves, into me
And I become
Hollow and blaze with
Whirling light, like the
Inside of a vast
expanding pearl.
~Marichiko
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