eager hands glide over dressed flesh. under skin desire crackles though hot blood like popping corn. lustful intentions are postphoned for one smooth sweet second to celebrate the stillness of thie private moment. a minute before, boiling passion was sprinkled with laughter. as it will be again, in the minute after and so between i pause and linger in the delicious sensation of holding you.
where do you stop / where do i begin when my soul flies into yrs and yrs mine in with yr strokes up and my strokes down until the air is heavy smells like sweating separate sex but feels like one flesh braided by eternity keep threading my needle with yr thick string cure my insanity with the pleasure you bring and i’ll unstich yr velvet cries with my thighs and unravel the satiny smoothness in yr eyes with my grinds until hair sweats and knees quake and even brief separation makes our bodies ache when lips forget talk and legs will not walk … then i’ll ask you again … where do you end and i begin mingling of spirit nothing like sin….
