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galaxy Belly 

 
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I wanted to feel the galaxy inside of me
Tiny pin pricks of light shining through cell, muscle, fat
from rumbles that roll off the tip of my finger,
into where it meets my clit

A deep buzz in my structure of star stuff
A timeless
Century long dance erupts at my hips
Grinding into dark matter
Or air
A feeling of gushing
Or floating
A deep clench almost as if scooping something up in your arms
Before a warm rinse and fluffy expansion
This is sensational
This is why I cum
home in my body
 
 

WATER RITUAL

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I inhale the taste of mango and dried flowers
A fuzz crawls from the corners of my consciousness
Languid words fall over my mind’s tongue
The white porcelain around me slowly bleeding up aqua blue

My eyes closed, Water laps up my skin
As I sway my body against the water
My fingers slip through the bathwater and into my wetness
Pulling from me silk
Culling out memories and seeing them expand
Happiness in the sun
Love in warmth
Desire in water
Mystery in steam
I massage in circles that swell into bright waves of sensual light
out through my body and on past the edges.
In this suspended state of bliss I can’t see things clearly
But I sense an expansion across time
Connections from one point to another

Or perhaps tunnels
A web of bliss
Soft silk gliding along my life’s arc  
This memory ritual, This love letter
I flitter into being with my flesh and blood hands
Moans in praise
Reminding my body
To feel
And to keep feeling.

 
 
 

SOAK YOURSELF

 
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In search of a sweet kiss

upon my warm cheek

I danced around the living room

Until I was flushed

and drew a warm bath

to let the water lick.

 
 

*This body of work is ongoing, growing and expanding. I believe every glorious body out there deserves to do whatever they wish to achieve a pleasurable relationship with their body. Please feel free to reach out with suggestions of imagery or reference material, techniques or positions that you would like to see! 

All Poems by Leah Ball

 

My self

With my ripe mouth

And sensitive toes

I move through this cold world

But there are pockets of warmth I want to taste

There are refractions of dancing light I want to touch

There are tunnels between moments of clarity

Like finding tears at the edges of laughter,

Or emotions that start at the roof of your mouth

That I can only witness

So I breath in what sensations I can

to construct a relic from my particules

That I will use to play into my body

Using my fingers i will conjure a bright light

Within my belly I will cultivate a warmth

And in the pulsating pleasure of my expanding cum

I will enact love for this world through touch on myself.

For You

The subway is tight

Someone is pushed too close behind me

and the way I startle reminds me of when

You come up behind me when I am distracted

and kiss the soft place below my hipbone

Leaving a trace of saliva that cools

as I jump away

I blush

This person,

Behind me

has no idea they made me wet

just then

For you

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Love Letters

You write in red marks and purple bruises on my skin

Love letters in teeth, tongue and lips

My responses are left

Hanging in the air

Everywhere my breath catches

Or a soft moan escapes.

 

Little Touch

You take your thumb roughly over my mouth,

Saliva spreading across my cheek.

your other hand slowly traces down the middle of my body

Penetrating my core with just the littlest touch

I want you to know that such a small thing

A whole punch size area on your middle index finger

Is lightening to me

It erases any other thought but the demanding need between my legs

My skin burns

The air in my chest heats up and expands

It is a tingling, suffocating warmth that sedates me

You guide your fingers in search of the wetness I am dripping.

Its an ocean and you take two fingers and plunge into my rolling waves.

I drip down your arm as you coax moans from my belly

I am trying to sit still but I know you can feel how open my legs have become

It shows in your bitten lower lip.

A feeling of sinking, thick and slow

Are you sinking into me?

Or did the line you trace along my body become a seam that I am folding into?

You bring me back toward your eyes

By slowly pulling your fingers from inside me.

It’s a deep sensation, your warmth leaving me from within.

Jolts me to this side of consciousness

taking your wet fingers up to your mouth.

I shut my eyes and think of the way you taste

As you taste me.

You bring your lips down to slowly savour mine

Speeding up in tempo with my heart and breath

Until I burst at the seams you scored with your finger

For a moment I am not a body, for a moment I am only a body.

Possibly I am just a warm haze floating above your face.

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