I lift my lids and fall into an ocean
of your skin- tawnygold, birthing my flesh
with every stroke
of your countless pores, exact and pure- rich with tender allure
your breath, saint- like, with its exact composition
in all its captivation, rippling over, and tumbling
against my neck with perfect crashing air that kisses
my face, lying against your chest
I smell the scent of your warm flesh, and god-like
arms around me, like two wards sweetly fending
our bliss with their delicate caress

06/28/2004

Posted on 06/28/2004
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