SENSATIONAL LOVEMAKING
Rush of adrenalin,
lifting his shirted-scent
to my nose -
soaked in apropos,
making love
to my endorphins.
The stir and footfall
from downstairs - his lair,
even when he’s not there,
for I can hear his heart beat
miles and miles and miles away.
Tongues swathed in mint,
trestlework of undulation,
swoosh of utter breezes.
The cool tingling sensation,
fingertips that ripple round,
the sucking sound, the
honey’d stick of becoming
one flesh, seersuckers
gently upon my nape,
always intact, traveling
miles and miles
downtown, rippling
rapture,
torturous-pleasure.
12/13/2019
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