red lace, cherry lips,
the sweetness of
my gentle kiss--
my heart, I can give,
only to him.
his chest throbbing,
hands pervading my quiet body,
a little unsure, I am, but finding
my way of
executing movements
with precision,
conviction.
breathing,
a steady culmination of holding,
and holding back.
waiting for the right moment
and the right way
to touch
to feel the most
ecstasy.
fingers through your hair,
pulling, slightly.
soft but steady, confident
is how I hold you,
is my gaze,
is the way we find each other.
hands tremble slightly,
from the glory of glorifying
the bodies--
from the out of bodied-ness
the convergence
of us
creates.
is it human nature,
to play up the touchable,
to tease with the porcelain skin,
the silhouette of someone like me,
the waves that frame my face--
the understated ways I secretly recognize I have
of making you eager?
candles lit,
I bite my lip, your lip,
the fuel to the fire
which keeps us guessing,
and entwines us for a little while.
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