ode to a glass teacup
i want your smooth round belly warm earth-made mineral magic pressed under pressure now so firm yet so fragile between my fingers that caress your delicate edges your curves holding the elixir so fragrant within your womb a flower unfurling at your centre i have never felt such beauty as this, hot and wet against my lips your offering my softness, your hard rim my lip, your lip kissing the wild heat of your making i am burning at your touch i am melting liquid as a sigh, as the heat you bring to my skin, to my belly as i roll your gift across my tongue and drink until i’m done
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Helen is a neurodivergent creative from the Welsh Marches, currently residing on the north-east coast of Scotland. With a background in zoology and psychology, her work is inspired by mythology, the relationship between people and nature, and the landscape of the human body. She can often be found wandering the woods, knitting small cats, and painting mythic feminine archetypes.
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