Fstop
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our moment.
our pier.
in a split second,
a single-slipped ray
of animation
senses and egresses
ambient light
into the
cauterized bloodstream
of two enamored
lovers.
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our reflection.
my desire for you.
my private folding
twice into your extended arms -
thrice thinking through
the mercurial threads
of my theatrical,
dramatic effulgence;
launching
my passion forth -
knowing the eagerness,
of a woman's innocence,
will boomerang
like zirconium crystals
to caress and invade
parched throats.
for us to swallow and savor.
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our morning.
our daydreams will
shoot the light fantastic
like the omnipresent
sun.
a whispered warmth
leaks within
my heart -
it then secretly
spills upon your breasts -
it longingly stings, like
gilded particles
of dazzled mercury;
silently burning
my candid penance
into your
wanton wishes -
akin to smoldering embers.
(my camera clicks)
Fstop. (SNAP!)
our auroral
afternoon.
like a clandestine
morning blossom;
a once
removed duo -
now ignite
Mr. Sunshine's
latitudes
and longitudes
into a partnership
of cindered flesh.
my sunshine -
am i invited
with camera down to
your expansive arms -
your powdered legs -
and...?
Fstop. (SNAP!)
I'm blinded
by your prismed stare.
Smile, sunshine -
beam relucent
as I adjust the
smothered aperture.
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