what
sounds I hear, pen to paper near
do
I cape her
drape
her
like
fine cloth
in
a forearm lean
against a cushion of air
jellying
my bones
with the scent of her hair
captured
could
she be
teasing me a bit
piquing
my blood to rise
pinching
me to know my hands
are
already on her shoulders
in
a ready throe pulse tingle
the world is an open window
with diamond Sun coming in
scoring time's dug nails
across my skin
my
body is bent
lent
over clocks
everything
stops and
pearls moments on strings
a frenzy of howling
finds every sweet
sharp
tine is full
of go further
than
the skin allows you
all my rhythm
wants
is more
is
the door open
wanting
wanting
more
wanting
the sensual
salts
in the tides
wanting
to root
where
the dark rides
into
the daylight too
and
all I can taste
is
the poem at the end
of
my cock gliding
sliding
into every part
of
more please
EJR
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