When my hand brushes your nipple,
An electric shock runs between my legs
And surprises me there.
When my hand glides against
The curve of your hip and flows down your thigh,
I must grab you and hold tight –
The light is coming.
When my fingers are deep inside you,
You moan my name and my chest ignites --
radiance and disintegration.
In and out we go in the semi dark
Plush of bed and bone,
Breath and sweat, lips and warm clefts,
Endless stratospheric stars.
When we have touched and touched again
And sighed heavily into the curve of our arms
The delta breeze puffs the curtains and
Sends relief to our incandescent skin.
I float into my dreaming
Knowing you are next to me there,
With dreams of your own.
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