Renewal
Two bodies
Warm
Familiar
Longing
Facing
Close
Side by side
Skin
Mouths
Fingers
Sliding
Caressing
Probing
Stroking
Engaged in the
Offering
Relief
Pleasure
Release
Reassurance
Without words
While that voice
Deep inside
Gives permission
Let go
Lose control
You’re safe here
So that at last
Explosion
Burst after burst
Many
Little deaths
Followed by
One
Rebirth
October 2, 2009 at 4:09 pm
Is it fair that words can incite such emotion and such shivers in one’s soul and skin? Such poetry as this is a dilectible -sin-
Beautiful.
October 4, 2009 at 8:01 am
Those final seven words – poetic orgasm. Wonderful.
October 4, 2009 at 10:16 am
Ah, shucks, you guys…but really, glad you liked it and thanks as always for taking the time to comment.
October 5, 2009 at 7:54 am
“le petit mort”
French for the little death.
One thing the French are good at, I am told
October 5, 2009 at 8:17 am
Oui, c’est vrai! Thanks, Ray.
October 5, 2009 at 11:20 am
well done! sexy cascade.
October 9, 2009 at 7:58 am
Thanks Vic, great image.