Lying in silence,
my digits explore
succulent nerve-endings,
opening portals,
unlocking your secrets,
imagining our elixirs
mixing by friction.

My tongue travels
mindlessly up
the curvature of your back,
playing make believe,
using a strong tight-grip
to simulate, to stimulate
you & me
into a magical place,
where we cleanse each other,
one into the other,
bathe ourselves in seed.

Marking our territories
in the forbidden city,
we take liberties
in bare skin.
Conjugal & electric,
these actions here,
so badly needed.