whatever happens with us, your body will inhabit mine tender delicate your love making like the half - curled frown of a fiddled head fern and forests just wasted by sun your traveled generous thighs in which my whole face has come and come.
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tounge has found there, lived in satiate dance of your ******* in my mouth your touch on me, firm, protective searching me out of your strong tounge and slender fingers reaching where i had been waiting for years for you in my rosy wet cave. whenever this happens this is us.