The Essence of Flesh...
Flesh has a funny way of keeping two people entwined;
It imitates two people, or one person,
Tells one’s secrets,
But still keeps them safe in the layers,
Layers of flesh like layers of me.
The first layer is soft, golden, and touchable.
So touch me,
Feel the contours of my skin,
Stroke me because you need to,
Because I need you to,
Because the being of your own flesh wants you to.
Layer two takes everything in,
Inhales and exhales systematically,
But breathless in your vigor, catches with your every move,
And sighs and moves as your skin brushes mine,
So thrust and lust so sweet and soft so skin itself might shed its tears.
Third is rooted, thick, and strong,
To protect a frail body like mine from the strength of yours,
But fluid enough to dance and bend,
So long as you’re the one next to me as my partner.
So strange and tenacious is the changing flesh,
Often setting free tiny beads that dabble along and drip from my skin,
So heated, the droplet beads of you and I join
As they run along our legs and down onto the soft sheets,
Releasing the warmth so to cool us.
So then so smooth the flesh becomes,
Fiery inside but so cool to touch,
If touch comes so gently it barely feels,
So sensual and slow, one could experience the weight of a light wind,
While face to face our lips will meet, our legs merge,
Our bodies fall into one another’s.
And it is this very essence of flesh,
This imitation of character, that will tell you what you need to know,
The ease and readiness with which yours will happily enter mine,
That makes us one.
Copyright © Elaine Ho | Year Posted 2008
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