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Intimacy in Motion

I own the night, every curve
Every crease, is mine
Drips with jasmine and myrrh
Incense caresses your skin and my hand
Is on your inner thigh, as it quivers
From the touch of a goddess
Submissive, suggestive, gestures
Beckon me to enter your tiny rosebud
And give it life.

Or limbs tangle together
A mix of elbows and arms
Of hands and thighs,
As we capture each other
In our web of passion and lust
We hold each others heart as it beats
Thump. Thump,
Thump, Thump.
Then faster, and faster
Our lewdness craves the intimacy
Of the devotion that we
Freely give each other.

Our caress covets communication.
Manipulation of our mind and body
Send us to a cornucopia of pleasure
As we bask in the total embodiment
Of each other. Spirit and sex collide
In orbit and for a moment we glimpse
Our nirvana. The divine nature
Of this communion suggest ambrosial
adoration, affection and eternal surrender,
That time or death can neither grasp
Nor contain a freedom such as this.

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