Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at One another. Heaping piles of human soup. Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined. Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams. Streamers above a long rooting movement.
Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman, Legs pressed tightly to the chest, Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat. Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue.
Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar. To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth. We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living.
As we earn our pageantry to take Stride on this Earth, and string a Great bow of eager success among all of us, You, me, them. While I continue to Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a Cup of tea instead.