Prologue
Stillness
sheathed my need,
a gentle sheen
glistened your chest,
and my hands
yearned to reach
sliding my fingers
over your length.
But you beat me
with strokes on
the embonpoint,
tracing my navel
with the tips,
brushing my thighs
with your lips.
A rise of emotion
embodied my fervor
and flowed to surge,
as my mouth dried
limbs began to shake
this was the beginning
of a body quake
An arrow of want
pierced my inner core
I bowed in union,
riding its shaft
I slid into euphoria
with a gentle lift
And all this
was a preamble
the body of its story
has yet to come.
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