Wet Calligraphy

For longer than necessary I looked into answering blackest eyes

Smiled at our tangled couch nudeness

Collided with fleeting happy future wishes gracing

A beautiful face between taunting

Nips and wet tongue jabs at my lips

My eyes watching your lips licking

My solitude away layer by layer

God's dice are those couples that meet

Somehow already intwined

Lay odds that they see him

In those trembling wild eyed

Moments of durable questioning and back scratches

Now with hunger curious and wary I think of flowering blackest eyes

Filled with sleep and curled nude rest

I am greeting this memory of facing

Your skin with mind wanting

Hips and fingers lunging our lips

Seizing the name of God between us

Truly spelling it prayer by prayer

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