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soaking in your sensuality

as your lips bathe me in their

shallow shaking breaths

the heat and honey of your eyes

become my seductive saviors

tonight I am yours

more real or less

you flood me with the ache and

parry of your hot coil of desire

your flesh is my meat

your own hunger

my fire

we are melting cubes of liquid

urgency

even the poet in me

can hardly explain

all the leapings of want

that you feed

with your reverent

needs

to merely think

I have you tightly wound

to a pinnacle of private flame

it makes my insides quiver

and my internal rivers flood

with so much pleasure

that me they slowly drain

til I am a limp wanton female

waiting for your inducement to

mate

I give you my all

my flesh is yours to take

right down to the last

driblet of it upon

the sheet beneath

our wreathing bodies

feverishly stroking........

(July 20, 2008 732am)