Poetica 34

Your fingers caress me like a long, lost joint.
Your hot lips burning a trail as you puff at my point.
I’m lost in the dreams your energy creates in my head.
As you ignite a fire in my core before I drop on the bed.
I look below before my eyes roll and I bid reality adieu.
You lie atop my loins but I’m the one high with the view.
As I almost pass out from the explosion that you cause.
You smile to hide a blush then pose for applause.

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