FREE VERSE POETRY

Your Bosom

Love’s Most Sacred Geography

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Your bosom —
my ultimate pilgrimage,
my most sacred rebellion.
Here, between the gentle contours of your chest,
my eyes find their sanctuary,
a cathedral of flesh and warmth.
Upon the altars of your nipples,
I consecrate my reason;
around the orbit of your waist,
I surrender to my madness.

Beloved,
to dwell within the cradle of your bosom
is not a frivolous escapade.
It transcends the fleeting allure
of coffee shops,
where transient pleasures are sipped and forgotten.
Here, in the haven between your breasts,
I find my life’s most compelling narrative —
absent of sin,
devoid of flaws.

Oh, my dearest muse,
your breasts are celestial orbs,
ripe with the mysteries of the cosmos.
Your nipples —
tiny constellations,
each a point of light in my night sky.
To reside here
is neither a profanity
nor a transgression demanding penance.
It is pure,
it is sacred.

Your bosom —
the ambrosia and nectar
that sustain me in my labyrinth of desire.
The essence of your nipples —
a honeyed elixir,
its taste akin to the freshest springs
that quench the parched earth.

In the divine geography of your form,
I discover both my North Star and my abyss,
my enlightenment and my beautiful chaos.
You are the celestial orchard
where my soul’s most intimate yearnings
take root,
blossom,
and find their most exalted voice.
In the soft sanctuary of your embrace,
I find my eternal home —
a realm forever free from sin and shame.

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