A Growing Need
Like dawn in heat
I am already slave to your loins
our impending collision
the meeting of body and mind
immanent
A gentle run of tongue
shimmers parched rims,
lost fingers are confused
with buttons and holes
Slowly fabrics are rent
falling to retire in shreds
letting shadow and light
rest on the fusing of our skin
The rod of your desire
is arched to my wetness
as buds tip your lips
my mouth parts
descending to my knees
your shaft slides down my cheek
discovering my mouth...
and the guttural sound of sin
A moving campaign
of desire, mind bending waves
traveled all the rooms with a view
unbridled hands, roamed
without thought of destiny
The whole of your intent
is rapaciously introduced to heaven
overwhelmed and conquered
I am now a lost continent
awaiting your next expedition
And suspended in
a pure vacuum of ecstasy
so exquisite it rests on my soul
I am imprinted for all time
... through the window
an icy breeze dimples my skin
and I lay in amber light
humming...
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