POETRY | LOVE | SEX
Go Slow
At first
One step closer two breaths closing close IN Swivel side shuffles of bedbound catharsis Catching glossy glimpses of bedroom eyes Deep hazel hue, so perfect, ineffable iris Idle hands clutching edges of a sensuality Square Sexuality? A matter of less matters more or Not at all, so long as your saliva coats my Sacred sheath and my fingers trace their Wonted way all the way as you sway, astray My skin blends with your whetted canvas of Watercolors | widening | wading | writhing An arched back meets a sweat soaked chest Warming beads of moisture against angelic Blades Shoulders tensed in tyro tense, terse lesson Of “do you trust me?” so nod your head as I Lash your neck with a temporal tongue and Clasp your navel, commandeering all the Bases aces paces graces embraces bracing Blazing Triple the tempo, levitational lovemaking Defiant gravity bends obtuse laws tonight For us, as we fuck, your first foray unto my Evanescent energy ha not the last, fervor Prepositions positioning a double entendre Come with me.
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