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MomenTS treasured

In each other’s arms entwined so firmly
That the moon froze and the stars sailed down on the clouds silently
Our fiery passions spilled and sizzled, cold and wet sands sheets
The waters of the seas engulfed them slurping calmly with waves repeat .

She pressed my bare back to the pricking sand
Amidst sultry kisses, black sky disappeared &all seemed bright and grand
Churned waters oozed froth of spent waves
our bodies moulded differently but gyrating together like rowing slaves.

Spurting unbridled passions on to the wet sand floor
to find ourselves like two pearls grinding and our bodies set aflame  and all sore

Supple pecks of her lips
and the vacuumed gyrating sounds of our hips
Lost without a trace our names
but does it really matter to us in these  honeyed moments all the same

Her feelings all crystalline
Her, I could sense and feel in me.
Her supple skins on my gladiator chest
Her frantic arms clasp my back, clawing for a grip and panting for some rest.

These froth filled feelings and emotions sweep past so fast,
To me these moments seem into me forever last.
These moments, my thoughts they treasure,
Of swooning, poached emotions and pleasure……


Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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