Everyday Erotica

[Angeline]

I straddled you
and you pushed up
my shirt.

When our mouths met
the kisses were slow,
sweet, your beautiful lips,
soft and searching,
opened and I touched

the tip of your tongue
with mine in that steady,
deepening dance.

Our eyes were open
our fingers were fuses
and damn I always

wake up too soon.

 

[tristantrotsky]

I straddled you
and you pushed up
my shirt.

When our mouths met
the kisses were slow,
sweet, your beautiful lips,
soft and searching,
opened and I touched

the tip of your tongue
with mine in that steady,
deepening dance.

Our eyes were open
our fingers were fuses
and damn I always

wake up too soon.

You can be in my dream, Angeline, if I can be in yours...

 

[Angeline]

You can be in my dream, Angeline, if I can be in yours...

That's very sweet of you but my body and soul belong to eagleyez, the poet in my dream.

 

[tristantrotsky]

That's very sweet of you but my body and soul belong to eagleyez, the poet in my dream.

He told me, in confidence, that interactive dreaming is permissible...

 

[SmilingLez]

Twilight bleeds out.
Earth pulses,
a low heat.
Clouds gather,
a slow friction.

Sky darkens.
Pressure builds.
Clouds rupture.
Rain spills,
a hard release.

The earth shakes,
a wet gasp,
soaking deep.

Then stillness.
Moon-cold air.
Dripping quiet.
Spent ground,
soft and open.