Catharsis
Loose lips and smooth hips
In movement, in rhythm
I couldn't fathom the explosion of ecstasy that follows. There’s dripping
on the sheets, walls are skinny;
ears perked to hear the neighbors trying to compete in a competition of
positions, twisting and turning like two master physicians riding sexual collisions; colliding
providing; simple pleasures.
Never felt a love so deep, a stroke so complete that is completely completing
tasks of hitting that spot; making me scream to the heavens.
The only dialogue is a syncopation of breaths.
The only language is him reading my body like braille unveiling every layer of my being just by being
inside. He lives inside.
Him riding with me to the peak of my release.
I am pleased to be his curiosity. I am obliged to be his temptress.
He is my catharsis.
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