Cicadas’ Song
erotic poem
I swallow Otherwise hold my breath Cicadas mock me, their chatter cracking the stillness of the moon Fireflies spark Lunar energy pulses in me Head swimming with sparkling wine Legs parted in a floral dress. Inviting Sandals kicked off, under the table Cicadas insist, cueing moonlight bathes us in temptation. Otherwise dark. Protected I know you are nervous. I place your hand between my knees and kiss you. Long Then, lay back and open Rock my hips, eyes closed Your hand searches my thigh. Squeezing Appreciating. A little too eager it arrives, dives in, but hears a request, a whisper… Take them off And I raise my hips, so your now-wet fingers wrap around the strings, your other hand at my back Supporting As you draw them slowly down and off Night air enters The freedom is everything to me I hungrily take you to my deepest place and release in song with the cicadas

@Mark Crutchfield Thsnk you for the restack!
This is incredibly evocative and beautifully captures that raw, electric shift from nervous tension into pure, uninhibited freedom ✨