Spinal Spasm.
Hand holding and soft velvet tongue caresses.
I opened your temples
and searched with the softness of my prod
for one opening I could have
.Like putting keys. in holes. , twisting, .wet. , warm noises.
Pressure induced arches, I feel captured, but only you. I can taste you everywhere, like a hot, sticky air of perfume that won't leave me
to my dreams, my sleep.
Soft pen felt tips that are your fingers, exploring my canvas,
with livid strokes that open my flesh like a flower waiting to receive,
your rain of ink.
As I feel you, sliding, slipping, looping your pen tip,
I wish never to let go,
Because.
I want to consummate body,
mind in this poem that is
you.
(To Rachel, with love)
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