The Sexy One

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Y’all. It was a good morning. And I hope you are having good mornings in your life as well.

Today I woke up juicy.

I pressed my hand into the soft swelling of my belly

felt the full ripeness underneath.

I dropped from the tree that grew me,

landed in the fecund soil

rolled and writhed until it covered me,

in a polyamorous embrace with all the elements --

left gasping and complete I am

looking for the synonym that holds the inside-out eruptions --

the low building moan that comes from the bud of the bud,

and travels miles on the humid summer air.