The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Intimate

Fantasy
Lusting
Dripping sweat
of rapturous delight.
Euphoric bliss,
exaltation in flight.
Eyes interlocked.
Gazing
Reaching the other side
in galactic journey,
we collide.
Point of sudden
heated passion.
Raw
Unrefined
Trance-like state,
I succumb and let.
Gentle touches,
lips on skin,
responsive elation
entirely within,
bodies quivering,
they beckon,
come in.
Emotion so intense
heat ever blazing,
my body never felt.
Uncontrolled
X-rated
Adulterated
Raping my thoughts,
iron it would melt.
The scent of sweat,
shimmering on body,
of every curve
delicately trickles.
Our bodies firm.
Gripping
Moaning
Entangled transport
of mental rapture,
eyes wide shut
till early morning.
Riding a wave
of ecstasy blissful.
Licking
Tasting
Savoring
Craving
Yet never full.
Desiring extracted
euphoric contemplation
of the divine.
Sweeter
Tastier
Fuller
Bodies of gods
Intertwine.
Intoxicated
on fertile wine.
Over I surrender
beneath my mate
to become merged.
Ravaging my psyche
more and extra,
to be at last,
intimate.

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