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On Higher Levels: Journey To The Climax
I.
You dream
of making love while flying.
Visions manifest
in Wings and Talons
wrapped around a rainbow heart
in orbital light --
I leave all reason,
dissolve,
become my imprint:
the Black Bird
of the South
II.
Like the rays
of the morning Sun
penetrate
a winter-coat,
Your touch
warms my skin:
flames lap up
the cold within.
III.
I close my eyes,
drift into dreams . . .
Only for a moment --
pupils dilate
Red behind my eyelids --
open, shut, open, shut,
Open
Light reflexes
hesitate,
turn into a prelude of pulsating waves,
fluttering hands, fingers
touching, wreathing
as vapours rise
between our tongues;
tenderly writhing
from within,
from without.
Lust and Love
become
one
The Woman I am
surrenders completely,
willingly
to the Man You are.
Swelling, quivering
in the humid slide of our bodies
Every thrust
fills me
as you quicken
in the deep,
catch my breath --
Hearts race to an ancient beat,
the Ancient Beast:
Our naked soul
within our
naked flesh --
We rise and fall
until we
clasp
in a single moan
Oh God . . . !
We rush -- inside-out
gushing . . .
gushing . . .
Until we slowly fade
to a constant,
throbbing flow . . .
Growing, cradling, breathing
an eternal
Afterglow
08/07/2012
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