A Place Called Sensuous
A Place Called Sensuous
your body slipped upon me from the celestial
and stars fell from heaven
all around
in a bed of pixie dust
like a single teardrop on a dry cheek
your caress was to me, old man
our white hair reflected in the moonlight
like new snow, soft, sensuous, magic
your fingers played a symphony
between my thighs
to which I sang
you entered me and life renewed itself
my legs, a ribbon around you
your movement, pounding, seemed to ask
“Let me be in your womb, forever.”
I wanted to scream joy was complete
scream I did,
moan, cry, hold back
the desire to leave my mark on you
it hurt so good
even better and then
you christened me
your DNA in my blood
and you weren’t even breathless
my ancient lover
the sweat ripples between
my breasts smelled of English Leather
and I took your manhood with me
I know my darling you have had others
but our coupling was divine
we were and we will be
one flesh, one spirit
one carnal mind
6/30/2020
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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