Making Love

His fingertips stroked my lips softly,
As he poured life onto me

I gasped at the sudden coolness and
Embraced the warm sunlight
Shining on my bare back

I moaned as his liquid flowed down,
Letting me absorb it in,
Once again,
Giving me vitality

I smiled in ecstasy,
Thinking that,
I was loved and would never be alone,
Even though,
I was encased in this small house

And nothing,
At that moment,
Would ever convince me,

That being a house plant could ever be dull.

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