His body covers mine.
I am in another world...there is no history...no future.
I am transfixed in this moment...
***** with its intricate folds, pink and moist, like the dawn flowers heavy with dew.
******* exposed, ******* ***** and communicating their need silently yet with an urgency that speaks a  language only we can fathom.
A warmth that ignites...slow at first..deep in my core.
Radiating with every touch, caress.. until I am a furnace.
A fire that burns, bright and intense.
Every cell in my body flooded with passion and pleasure.
An orchestra that builds to a heavenly crescendo.
Bodies slippery with sweat...lips parted, cry out.
In this moment we are but one and the same.
United in the greatest way of all.

her ring sits on the mantlepiece
worn thin on one side
that dull warm yellow
that gold sometimes takes on

i remember it cutting into my hand
as she held it tightly as we shopped
it was bright and shiny then

she used to wear it on her  longest finger
after dad left us, she left it off for awhile
and then wore it on the other hand

it was tight on her workworn hands then
she took it off again before she went into
this last home, but kept it locked in a security draw

now it sits on the mantlepiece, waiting
for me to find a safe place for it
for it is the little bit of my mother's spirit
that will one day be part of my son's  wedding ring,

i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again

SHUUUUUUT
UUUUUUUPP
DIIIICKWAAATT!!!!!