Making Love
blue breast heaves with passion’s breath
crimson cheeks like mountain peaks
eyes open and close with S..O..S
as lips light the flesh on fire
death so intimate
a catalyst of desire
hair like a siren’s in sensual muse
the final blow like a trumpet’s thrust
satisfaction in shrouds of sodden sheets
his heartbeat like a nightclub drum
invades her vulnerability
1/27/2018
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