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

This entry was posted on October 2, 2009 at 8:56 am and is filed under Poetry with tags connecting, death, expressions, feelings, freedom, loving, orgasm, reassurance, rebirth, release, sex, trusting. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

An Imperfect Servant Says:
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.
poeticgrin Says:
October 4, 2009 at 8:01 am

Those final seven words – poetic orgasm. Wonderful.
1writegirl Says:
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.
Ray Sharp Says:
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
1writegirl Says:
October 5, 2009 at 8:17 am

Oui, c’est vrai! Thanks, Ray.
Vic Says:
October 5, 2009 at 11:20 am

well done! sexy cascade.
1writegirl Says:
October 9, 2009 at 7:58 am

Thanks Vic, great image.

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