Graceful writhing,
Beneath Him.
His magic touch moves over me,
Penetrating my skin,
He revives the beauty within.
A melodious emotion,
Now reverberates,
Deep and strong.
Soothing my need to desire,
His skin, His hair
His lips, His hands
His kiss, His sweat
His warm essence.
The memory so fresh,
Alive,
In me.
No comparison I know,
No lover ever so sweet,
Nor caress felt this long.
So satisfied,
I am numb.
I close my eyes at peace.
There again I am found,
Lulled by these gentle waves of pleasure.
And he Rocks me,
Still,
To sleep.


For T.S.

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