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Subject: {ASSM} [sapphic] Four odes to Alice
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As a contribution to the Sapphic festival, some lesbian poetry. Enjoy.

And if you do, a donation to ASSTR, who provide such a wonderful web
forum for all of us, would be... lovely :-)

I.

The first time I heard your heart,
my head pillowed on your
soft breast, I cried.

You tasted my tears before
any other part of me, and 
called them delicious.


II.
Your skin, dark as bitter chocolate,
smooth as cream,
slides over me.
The friction ripples, causing
hair on back of neck and
nipples to stand.

And the soft rose between
your spread thighs
is nectar-filled;

the petals unfurl slowly and 
give up their syrup 
to my probing
tongue.

Though cracked and husky,  your voice
is music when it calls my name; 
garden turns gardener
as your nails rake my back.

You kiss, hot as southern chilli,
sweet as cane,
caramelises me.

Then, lips buzzing,
you become bee
pollinating my yearning
flower with fingers,
breath, and mouth.


III.

You are my dark reflection, love
your limbs, long and lean
moving in time with mine.

Your convexities fit my concavities,
your dips, my rises,
and your spiralling cries echo 
my own urgent voice.

You are my dark reflection, love
brown sugar mingling with white
one big bowl of shifting sweetness.

IV.

Alice, who showed me
Wonderland, and took me
through the looking-glass,
I thank you.

Alice, who led me,
explored my sleepy hollows,
who found my secret garden,
I worship you.

Alice, who melted
the snow queen, and merged
black beauty and wild swan,
I love you.

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