An enigma unboxed and pieced together along the time line,
anxiety abounds amid comfort, security and desire creeping up her spine.
Sentiments and lineage tied to names of the union,
fueled with passion from a sapphic communion.
Hearts beat fast as veins overload,
fragrancing of the senses from a luscious orifice of pink,
enraptured at the thought of times missed while indulging in the captured moment,
the wrapping of lips and soft tender tongues begin to sink.
Digital strokes of love released in perfect harmony,
tales of desire from hidden memories,
gentle curves of her valley and firm peaks of her mountains
her mouth a river of wine, as we bathe in a sea of fine linen.
Her moon shines upon me as her walls tempt my taste,
with the most intimate parts of my long lost love I am faced.
Makeup drenched from my lover's sweet hole,
as I savor kisses from her most southern pole.
From deepest dark earth to heights of the brilliant heavens,
a spark becomes a flame and the flame a backdraft beckons.
Tiny flowers, pale and tan, bloom with softness and dew
strokes of flesh upon flesh perfectly timed on que.
The taste of heaven, the fragrance of angels' wings
beautiful pleasures escaping through skin pores perspiring.
Cries from my womb that are echoed by a woman with the same,
pure white foam that crests atop the waves as we both stake our claim.
Droplets of sweat and honey trails mark the path of our love,
North and South intertwine in the dark beneath the moonlight sky above,
more untold tales escape our lips as the fire rages inside,
uncovering the souls, lost in those eyes, naked with nowhere and no desire to hide.
Pushing the envelope further and further as breath becomes more labored,
the movements producing climaxes in layers so beautifully orchestrated.
Matted hair and tangled thighs,
the scent of sex and perfume fills the skies.
An embrace so intense and kisses so deep,
emotions, feelings and thoughts rush in and make me weep,
A connection from years gone by, rekindled in recent days
ultimately united in an extinguished blaze.
But the fire is not extinguished. It remains an eternal flame,
and it consumes me more each day whenever I call her name.
For if it's possible to find a mate for one's soul,
I've finally found her, and she has made me whole.
Hey @mackenziesouther, nice piece! Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed your writing. Keep up the good work!
Thank you:)
I need a water now. 😊