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Sex

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

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  • Marcia gold member
    October 10
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    This is a great piece. You've kept the sensuality without losing the sexuality. Well written.


  • Rainbow7
    October 10
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    'silk of thighs' is an amazing expression