It is a velvet
softness that clamps around me
ambrosia waffles
and tantalizes my senses
digits dangling
disappear as they explores
cries of passion
echo down the halls and
deep within the
body... guttural sounds as
if ecstasy has
exploded and the quivering
shimmering of
the skin is about to begin;
legs relax and
my lips are free to explore again,
searching out
the crevices and creases that
were willingly
thrust upon me until our
opaque glue
bound our souls and we sucked
in all that we
could, breathing when we could
in order not to
miss any of anything that
might be shared
between lovers during the
crash and
burning of their exquisite orgasms;
and, as they are
imagined, so too are they experienced
with the
feelings no less real as long as they can see
the shadow of
the feeling that was recently shared.
13Nov15
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