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Purling Kisses
Your kisses are a mystic odyssey
whirling me through a dozen
time warps of a spirited abyss, waiting
to boomerang off the limits and finding
no walls exist in a woman’s eternity.
The plummet is beyond my logical,
a souse ride down an arduous
waterfall that suddenly wet plunges
you back to the top. A feminized recoil
into menageries of marinated bliss.
Everything moves beyond temporal
as my dazed senses roll up
with lavished images of nirvana, and
my heart pulsates to pound out its own
rhythm on a set of divine drums.
Still … the world stops moving -
neither forward, nor back. You simply
sit at the crest of breathtaking waves,
merging into an incessant sunrise
and splendor of deep sapphire sea.
Rushes are a plethora of physical
stimulation, flirting with erogenous
energy that feels as if a climax
will come shooting from every pore,
as lips blossom into serene unity.
My skin floods with crimson
glow, evaporating an amatory
sweat from every gland until my
aura clouds up, dancing in colors
between images of soothing mist.
Rainbows form into rounded
canopies that haven an enchanted,
palatial chamber … seducing me
from my own breath, lost in bussing
ravishment that is totally irresistible.
Your face births delight, wheedle eyes
mesmerizing, cordial smile bewitches,
fascinates and charms me. Any becalm
touch is an instantaneous journey
into reservoirs of total gratification.
All of me melts into every apex
where there is intimate contact. I feel
lost in a merge of incinerated flux,
your lips fused like liquid silver;
so prurient, tickling – and smooth.
You are a surfeit of pliant temptation,
every polished pucker, a supple gloss
invasion on my mouth; a tensile
tongue penetration into lavished depths
of your fully sensual, Lorelei mysteries.
