Post Coitus

AChild

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Where is the pleasure flesh speak?

Make my body drool
pillar seep

you-me cocktail
shaken AND stirred
 
post coital

Coiled loosely linked
legs woven through heat
and moisture
back to belly, chest cave
and one hand cupping
the softness of a sigh
slow-slip departure
with one regret
until the next tumbling
bed rumbling union
 
it's not the post coitus
it's the post post post coitus
that gets me every time

the glancing over, three hours later
at hair still a little all over the place

the watching lips blow steam
off her favourite indian mug
and eyes not watching tv,
not really

the saying nothing, just flicking
popcorn in her direction
until rewarded with a pink tongue
and a weary smile, a glance, a laugh

the gift of knowing,
still knowing
 
Riparian

Now the sudden quiet. The bodies' joined heat
rises in the cool air, dispersing like the mood,

as how a river slows and spreads as it enters
a great sea. It is tranquil at the end,

with the swirls and eddies of each current lost
within the grand harmonic motion of the tides.

There now is left a single body, single
motion, single fluid being. It tastes of salt.
 
let me get the towel tonight baby

God these are so beautiful! Y'all are such romantics!

~
I leave the briefs around
your ankle
so you don't have to search
through sheets in the dark.
another long day baby,
just close your eyes let me drive.
I know the way
by heart.

:heart:
 
a thread of smoke curls
to the ceiling where two bare bulbs
light the room, expelling
the orange street lamp glow
that would have mellowed
the mood within the walls
moments earlier. too late
he realises speed
was not meant to be
of the essence and too
late she realises
she is chatting
to a sleeping form.

:devil:
sorry, couldn't help myself there.
 
permit me to do you honour
as I rest curls
entangled with skin
damp with spent exertion
and the expression
of our love
to be with you, knotted
in intricate coil
suspended in the silk
touch of desire
on nerves still hot
with lust and kisses.
 
Miles is kind of blue: he fades
with the sun. We don't hold the heat
in our limbs, but surrender the day
behind one strip of green, blinkered
through crooked blinds.

I synchronize my breath to yours,
eyes closed but vision always
shared. I hear your promises musing
in the branches. The pines whisper
and I light sandlewood incense.

Spain sketches slow shadows
on the walls, smoke curls. I'm moored
here against your chest, listening.
I can pretend you're Cantabria,
my forest, and I touch the cool
twigs of your fingertips.

Intimidad.

I fall asleep in your arms, dream
of los Cuevas de Altimera, trace
your name on the ancient rock.​
 
I'm always a little disappointed,
when you say no to thirds,
after two days
because you're the only one
I ever really want to
want me
 
The unspooling of curves under
the fingers of my leaking lamplight,
of thought and wounds peeking
through irises like loud children

The valleys as if never conquered
undulating in chorus
as I travel the sighs of your dreams
the moonlight dressing you in virginity

I hope for a syllable as equally picturesque
as your quiet strands,
roads erased as they rejoin the slumbering
fire and dew
 
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The Gifts We Are Given!!!

My batteried lover I have yet to command,
his talent comes from my Lovers delicate hand.
Together we searched for one such as you,
this magical wand so wonderfully new.

I kneel upon our lovers bed as she reaches
down to slowly insert your brazen head.
My own carnal lust echoes in her ice blue eyes.
You vibrate and hum as between my legs she lies.
Her full of giggles and sighs, me full of energetic
surprise.

Our trysting consumately done with the help of some lube.
She snuggles up close and lays her head upon my hip asking
only if she had hurt my exit tube. Then with her tongue she
she began soothing the wounded hole before she moved around
to suckle on my long forgotten pole.

She smiled and thought to herself, she was a happy lass to
finally have put her dick up my "Virgin Ass".

To those who are in the know nothing can compare to gifts of Loving Trust :rose: This is one gift I cherish :kiss: Thank you Lover :p
 
fend

hunger
lip-licking won't cut it
gimmie that sticky thigh caress
through this curtain your heart a humming burd in the hand
it throbs to pushes
bottle that till morning

then give me more
 
strange brew

stir me like
your favorite
flavor of
Cappuccino
take my body
into your
caffeine high
so I may
savor your
crispy cream
 
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Even if it was a dream
I'm satisfied for now
knowing you can make
my dreams come true
tomorrow night.

We'll improvise then
make practiced love
with variations on the melody
a theme song for sexual
stimulation.

Afterwards there will be smoke
but not from cigarettes.
Eyes ask "more."
Lips smile "yes."
 
Bump ~~ ;)

I touched myself, reading
thinking of you. Time flew as fast
as puddling fingers dipped and devoured
taking a making as the clouds opened and wept
spanked my ass and said ... good girl ~
 
What I Feel Inside

Stay inside me, there,
don't move away,
not yet, not while
we still breathe in time.

I want to taste the air
with our flavours mingled,
mixed up with incense
and oils we used to send
us to Nirvana. If you move,

move slowly. I can't bear
an abrupt separation, not
yet, not while our pulse
pushes life through
our hands, still joined.

Not yet, not now, not
until I can stand on my
own, without leaning
toward your heart.

Here, right here, where
you are felt the most.
 
post coital separation
sucks in reverse
no more me knowing
you knowing me
back into myself I go
inevitable withdrawal
why can't we be
forever together
one
 
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