trickling down from your lips
are the drops of nectar, I
would like to see each time
we are engaged in the rituals of
giving ourselves over and
receiving from the other
that which terrifies us both,
as we slide down the silly path
of unabridged pleasures,
tearing wickedly at the fabric
of our own passions,
igniting and expelling the
sweet aromas of orgasms,
while relaxing to the rhythms
of our own breathing and
the sticky kissing that seals
us both together forever.
27Nov14
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