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Carlo C Gomez May 2022
Fading chorus
to a sing-along rapture
a laugh of clarification
a hasty placement of hands
and knees, dovetailed
yes, those eyes
~ still lit and power-surged
but give her a moment
(...)
for all the sudden
it tickles
David M Harry May 2022
Let this hymn beneath an ebony sky
Be the breath of angels upon our skin.
A song of scripture and silence
written upon your body and mine.
My head upon your breast on this night and your lips upon my mind.
Our breaths swirling like a sacred fragrance
are everything I need to know of love.
Carlo C Gomez May 2022
~
She cannot feel the full passion of this peak because it is not her passion: It is seen at a distance, as a phenomenon, like the weather, or the plague of grasshoppers that signals the beginning of the end.
~
Merlie T May 2022
We made love in your room that day
Light pouring through the window
A neighbor played "Stand by me"
Music travelling over from the  next door
xavier thomas Apr 2022
I wanna sink deeper
Flowing in your ether

Twist & turning all night, pausing every breath
Have my heart through this bond & my soul through this kiss
My conscience, your conscience
Your conscience, my conscience

Take our time
Laying side-to-side
Sensational baby
Can’t hold out in this fight
Feeling your love fall so deep has me drowning
15 minute break until the next round

I wanna take you down
(Take take take)
I wanna to take you down and put your body to bed

I want you to lay me down
(lay lay lay)
I want you to lay me down and show me your best
Zywa Apr 2022
In your sleep I reach

for you and I nestle you --


entirely in me.
For Dory dK

Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
dailythoughts Feb 2022
I like the kind of intimacy we share


so gentle

in no rush

taking our time to be

intoxicating

it's sweet & playful


I don't know what plans God has for me but I am glad that I experienced such a feeling
Rama Krsna Feb 2022
let’s elope
you and i
to the snow capped alps
where amidst a soft white blanket
we make love
in all one hundred and eight poses
making the tantric texts of yore proud

© 2022
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