One hour with you, when the room is dappled
naked bodies and torn garments, when wishes are flung
away, and desire flows wild & sweet;
there will be only your palms on
my shoulder, your precious
breath upon my face,
as I reinvent your
body within the
swerve of my
hips,
lubricity
of my
tongue.
And I will
gather your darkness
within my hands,
while
I
spreads your
legs with
luminous fingers;
watching as I
knead your
daily bread to the
strength of
what your soul
desires
~
One hour with you, when your essence still
lingers on my mouth and fingers, and
the air hangs heavy with the
scent of our ins and outs;
where your softness
melted me until I
D
R
I
P
P
E
D
In you;
You then fell to your knees
to worship the taste
of me.
~
One hour with you, when
you teach me to forget
the horrors of the
world, tragedies
of the day;
and my
soul
slips
into you
somewhere
between a whisper
and a sigh
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