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The plane of your palm

is unabashed

as it mollifies the

span of my thighs

soft I melt like butter

as your wet tongue

lashes

the crease of my spine



Your capable hands

comb my hair

from my shoulders

so that your firm lips

might light fire

to the grace of my neck



There's nothing like hard mouths

and sharp nipples

to quicken the breathe

and lather the loins



So we wrestle between

the giving

and taking

numbers designate

the shapes

our bodies making



Ice water and peppermint tea

Are our loves potions

Hot or cold our bodies

rattle

as we discover motion



The linens smell like

sweat and dripping

running all over

our tangled lips and hips

and bits

of flush pink



You take me beyond ego

Where all we do is feel

and be felt

and let in the raw

taste of our skins



I want to feel you

over again

be comfortable with

losing control

of mind over soul



I don't know if this is lovemaking

or fucking

but you've taken me beyond

ecstacy

where everything is calm

despite the rough

of blood sexes

-as they press