Opening to make whole, holes long empty
Relinquish private spaces to hold audience to one
To inebriate time with lusty candor
Hearing words that flow, familiarly
In ways that cannot be replicated.
Thickness, explored
Hands, filling
Sumptuous bellies, meet.
Sweet, sweaty friction
Dripped into bellybuttons
Swimming in salty perfume.
There is a serenity felt here
In the care of kindness- devotion, divulging.
Push in to fill that last pocket of lonely
And gyrate wholeheartedly,
I have been waiting long for those 9 digits
To traipse every inch of
Me, tenderly.
No comments:
Post a Comment