adrift on a wave
of lust
shameless consumption grows
in my desert that
turned to dust
slinking past watchful
writhing under greedy
flowers bloom
fragranced musk
dust swirls
blown away
echoing my moans
harder still
not yet engulfed
waterfalls drenching the
dry earth of
my inner woman
fingers play in a
secret place
my wanting grows
insatiable vines
twisting my body
entrapping my mind
never enough
tightly I cling to
erotic undertones
wanting finally to become

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About Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

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