The Coming


I love your open-eyed kisses.


I love the way your lips

pucker into a smile

when you stare at me.


Eyes locked as hands roam
to my dimpled thighs

as you plunge into my depths.


I know when you are about to come.


Your movements quicken,
grin turns into a grimace.


You finish with a guttural scream

emptying yourself into me.

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Starward's picture

Beautiful love poem, and it

Beautiful love poem, and it handles profound intimacy with a respectful delicacy, especially in the last five lines which resonate with both joy and discretion.