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...
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