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rocks and fossils
Feel
the way I run my fingers through your hair
Glance at your eyes
Smell your place in time your sweat and
little struggles and inside jokes to yourself
The way I see your candid glances looking at a
moment that could be, to feel the high of imagined
foreplay, a quick scan of traits you like
Feel the way I touch your breasts, your perfect
beautiful symmetrical breasts with
the prettiest of pink nipples
The way I make circles and shapes over them,
stopping to imagine texture as my hand fills
with moisture, warmth coming from a direct
connection of beings time space and perception
A moment whose only purpose is to tell you in
the simplest and playful way the beauty which
is so abundant with everything you are
Feel the way I kiss your tits,
rub your boobs and massage them deeply
bringing out more and more
The way I kiss your neck, down to your
shoulders, pause to move your bra strap to
the side and leave a reminder a refresher
for the skin underneath
The way I kiss your lips
soft at first, then more, some more
and more
The way I squint to squeeze out more
from myself to focus and channel and
heal things that need it, dance over your
assets and fuck your deepest self, feed
it now and forever more for the
love I give is real always...
Feel the way I smell the air
from your lungs filled with scents
so subtle, your laughs of the week your
unconscious hmphs and hmms your
curses IDGAFs and arguments
your apathy and maturity
the air which is filtered through
your pink lunk tissue, branded with a
lifetime of living breathing moments
conversations discussions
The air behind your voice.
The way I smell so gently to capture
I'll even kiss your armpit hopeful to
be disgusted by a stench or rather
unpleasant odor
a certain binding ritual but I need
more scents still
Feel the way I run my hand
down your arm, firmly but with
attention painting lines like
running my hand through water to feel
its current and weight
The way I kiss your belly
The way I stop at your hipbone to
bite your skin and leave a mark
The way I massage your feet
tendon to toe up your heel and squeeze
The way I knead your legs
The way I grab your pretty legs
in my hands and run it through
in waves pulsing my grip up and down
The way I touch your kneecaps
with a fingertip to make them spread a little
without moving
The way I recollect and smother you
in my scruff and heat to kiss you
much harder now
The way I encase you within me and
my arms and my shoulders
The way I grab your hair and
don't let go as it keeps coming
more, more
The way I look into your eyes
So green and striking sharp like
a hunters uncompromising vulnerable and
open sensitive to my nuances
The way I eat your pussy
Feel the way I devour it
I need more
The way I kiss the inside of your
legs with each movement and motion
bringing more of your pretty pink
pussy ready for me to take
control
The way I lick your pussy lips
hard and wet
The way I lift to expose your clit
The way I devour and eat and
consume
I need you
The way each breath escapes from
your lungs each sound you
make the patterns on my sheets
drawn by your beautiful body in
motion tracing pleasure in waves
of oscillating intensity climbing like
notes in a scale
a symphony of shudders spasms
sweat heat in my hair on my face
coated in moisture brought forth by sheer
force of will
I need more
The way I follow you through each stage
each plateau and variation every turn
every breath the steady rising rhythm
of my main course I'm so hungry feed me
more, more
The way I won't stop and I bend you
to my will
The way I tend to and address your lifes struggles
through destruction and truth
The way I feed
Feel the way I stay with you now
You need to hear
What cannot be so easily put into words
The way I ride your waves nurturing a fire built
in a perfect pit lined with rocks and fossils
burning disregarding untouched by time
overlooking the ocean with eyes brand new
renewed
A tone in the view an arrangement of lines
Unique to today
A filter unused
The ocean crashes against a cliff timestamping the
blink of an eye
capturing a moment that is an unadulterated
snapshot of
a fire lined with structures
eternal burning wood so fragrant and savored still fresh
with its saps and resin
The waves circulating back into the abyss
sighing tones
fortunate to display to the blue
Waves retreating farther
Carrions for what is
The ocean crashes again against the cliff face
Sounds rhythmic getting quieter, softer now
So slowly retreating away
As the fire burns on
We escape to the sky
Ascending higher and away
A routine somehow familiar, a stowed memory
reserved for the perfect unknown time
Feel the way I hold you now
As we drift float
Fly
Feel the way we fly.
