Thursday, August 4, 2011

you could set your watch by it

waking up stiff
restless
rolling back and forth
in these blankets
grinding head into pillow
hips against cool fabric

so much care
many touches
scratching, squeezing
stretching the skin
fingertips, nipples,
shattered sunlight reminding
me of a careful fuck fest
beyond their imaginations
and beyond my choreography

to grab those thighs
feeling tense cords of muscle
under milky canvas

or to kiss swollen breasts
big and small
see fleshy pockets shaking
feel beads of jewelry against my tongue

spreading moisture
before sensing at the tips of me
all the caves
and trapped explorers
with their arms pinned,
spelunking new spaces
within the
only universe
worth exploring

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