Fuck me
Across the mists
Remembering
Feel
Touch
Taste
Head gaining entrance
Within
Amazing moment
Tip reaching all that is sacred
Touch that takes my breath away
Spark
Reminds me of the Sistine Chapel
God touching man
Union
Life
Divine
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1 comment:
love this poem. Love the erotic intensity of it. And the fact that it acknowledges that the sex act is not only physical but also a deeper, spiritual thing.
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