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04 November 2010 @ 12:19 am
this osmosis  
I dance on your flesh,
Melt into flushed skin,
Evaporate until I am only
sensory experience:
softly tactile, with throaty purrs
and that faint tang of perspiration.

First, a tingle.
Something bursts.
Need outstrips desire:
We transform.

Grab tighter, dig your claws!
With harried, furied strokes
Our hands grab desperate air.

Don’t
Let
Go.

I must remain.
Liquefied as I am,
a viscous mass,
Somewhere deep beneath
Our ankles and knees tie
and our thighs knit together.

Soldered bodies,
I lean to meet your camber:
Spine, clavicle, rib, hip
Bang merry and we
Absorb each other.
 
 
 
Tanya.tanya_90 on November 4th, 2010 12:32 am (UTC)
damn girl.

my sexual frustration is back into consciousness again.