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A Poem Erotica |
Love's Windowsill Brilliant the Sun's dying disc is as I look over my shoulder seeing you beckon me back, for I know your insatiable hunger requires no rest, no slacking in our torrid tango that returned me from a darkened, deep place where I, profoundly lost, barely lived within our world ... You smile me back, you beam me back, You pull upon my nakedness like one does the reins of a racehorse, released from a gateway track, the initial clear sound of the pounding of beats afar off, releases me to my purpose, where Spring sprang forth while you spur me to a celestial, sexual North as I guide myself into digging the turf as we try to produce a mutual, human ore .... digging, pounding, digging so deep to find amour ...to find amore ... The sacred blood and bond that lies there, I see you so beautiful in the lessening Light - the curves of you reverberate silently as they shake my mind's senses with a lovely violence that beholds me to your sight, for I am now tongue-twisted in lovely pummeling within a tunnel that grips and releases, grips and slickly releases my fingers that roll and reawakens you to greater, sturdier heights undeniable - as they smoothe and so soothingly soothe before the arrival of your next, tremulous quake ... as your hands reach ... reach down, clutching my hair in patches, guiding me along your hot, hot rift so brazen, your cleft that so excites me further, farther - intensely as if one feels so wholly martyred as I How you now, flat upon your back, bent knees straddling my neck, capturing me while captivating every sense heightened yet still...my pattern of pleasing upon the window of your world, the Eros of your Being resting upon the windowsill. My eye so instantly eyeing the colorful bird that flies up...Up....UP, your plumage so scarlet, like a woodland Tanager alighting upon such greens, the ghost not yet given up to die in the pose you strike - le petite mort, upon Love's windowsill. But the Sun has other plans, dividing my attentions to every single place....that is you. We begin that most ancient of rhythms, the circle within that circle that is Infinite's realm ... I chant a humming song along the heavenly trails that wash like waves over your being, I call you 'Majesty' in tender moments to convince you that you are the Queen Bee of my World. I hum, I buzz with tumbling tongue doing that ethereal dance you so knowingly know, for I see this all over you! I plunge down, then around in exact precision, like a quasar rocking the sparked high heavens, you signal to the Universe entire how far we've gone, and to that end when you'll come back home to me and not know the landing place of this fluid dream always shall be in my arms as your staggered breaths and your warmest smiles allowed the lava of love flowing outwards to the very tips of your fingers and toes. In the now-silent grace of the moment, let us relinquish each other, let love extinguish the covers atop the bed, the satin slides and slips past lips as we kisskisskiss until the light peers over mountains and is extinguished in the distant, resonant seas.... I kiss each dimple amid your smiles and feel your lips in turn upon each cheek ... As then I go down to that haven of wondrous, nested sleep. At last, I go slink silently down to that open haven of wondrous, nested sleep ... |