May 14, 2010 12:05
Embracing and Becoming One
There is beauty in my lungs
that fetch the scent of your sweat
and your cum on my flesh
to weave it into rythms
of lust and pleasure
in my dreams.
There is beauty in my eyes
that serve as mirrors
to your beauty
that reflects like the moon
the wisper
of my souls.
There is glory in our meeting
in your hands strocking my skin
dancing on waves
risen within
each part of us
to swim.
There is beauty on your lips
that taste of silent nights
and joyful laughter
that opens doors
that might stay locked
had not kiss
and tongue
opened the way.
There is beauty in this way
of melting and becoming
one with one you love
or one you choose to pray to
as a god
at least one night.
poetry,
sex