Friday, April 29, 2011

Of Circles and Salt

Lissome
my touch
underneath the moonlight,
delicately tracing
circles
and curves.

Salty
your skin
wrapped in midnight shadow -
I taste you once
and then
taste you again.

Ragged
my breathing -
I cannot keep eyes open
sinking deeply
into
sensation.

Wordless
your cry -
reaching the peak,
we fall back
breathless
into the night.

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