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The Ritual of Male to Female
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
Beginning and renewal. Wanting to
lie beside you. To gently stroke
your skin until we are one entity of pleasure.
Caresses of smiling thoughts warmly
discovering the heightened
escalation of exploring hands.
Softly, so soft you can hardly
hear it, the sighs of contentment
warbling in our bubble.
When I was dreaming, thinking
about what it might be
like with you, I realized
that the anticipated puzzle increased
the passion I want to explore.
Lips, touching lips that
tingle with the rubbing of the skin.
Joined at last, the ancient
ritual of man with woman.
The gyrating, the grinding,
these are the elemental signs of humanity.
Releasing, screaming
orgasm rushing like a
wild fire in the forest.
After we lie in one
embrace, awaiting the
return to the ritual of
male to female.
powerful.
powerful.
This is the way God meant it
This is the way God meant it to be, Isn't it. great poem...heather
you have the true artists eye
you have the true artists eye for a different slant on life that most of us cannot or will not see.nice one
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