tagNon-Erotic PoetryIf This Isn't Bliss

If This Isn't Bliss


With soft kisses on my tender lips,
tongue tickling my quaking belly,
and nails lightly raking my sweetened thighs,
she brings me joy.

Oh, what is this?
'Tis love born in friendship,
a new awakening
of freedom's kind touch.

If this isn't bliss,
then bliss doesn't exist.

SL *rose*

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