In the steel blue cold
Of this wintry landscape,
The steam from your dell
Wafts amidst your knees
Caress the silk of thighs,
Ember untouched bliss
Temper the incredulity
Of an unkept, corriander kiss
Lips grab onto lips,
As hips grab onto hips -
And so promenades
Sensuality and a lack of oxygen
Passion overfloweth
The chalice of fortune,
Pouring forth a new concoction
Full of naked passionate toxins
Rhythm birthed of primal birth
Propels forth this nauseous dance,
As shafts widen in its girth
Making love to hoarse pants
The piece nears its climax,
When trumpets blast the chorus,
And the percussion of heartbeats
Become disorganized and chaotic
The euphony and the aura!
The crashing and the bleeding!
The tickling of pituitary glands
And the unseen corporeal ecstasy
The peak of such heights
Refuse a descent into hope,
Hope for a return-
The return of serenity
Comments
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This is a great piece. You've kept the sensuality without losing the sexuality. Well written.
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'silk of thighs' is an amazing expression



