even on vacation, a predawn awakening seduces
my sleep and my thoughts turn directly to you
and your last words before the evening curtain call;
we kissed with open, soft lips, savoring the length
and my hands instinctively moved to your breast
and began their journey down as tall palms and
a bleeding sunset were actually responsible;
parting legs, invited fingers freely, without restrictions
without limitations and just as before, gently but
steadily fluid gold flowed, hands & fingers following;
emulating sea and sky there was no separation,
only the sweet, sensuous perfume of sexual intoxication,
and the rhythms of a spider like fantasy wrapping
around us like an undulating cocoon of passion;
reversing our hunger and our bodies, we began
where all the other parts left off, holding and pulling,
as if trying to to enter the envelope that is never mailed,
but feeling the escalation deep inside like no
other pleasure and no other joy could possibly be,
succumbing to the ultimate moment of capitulation.
3Aug14
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