Pleased, the pressure of lover's warm body creating sweet fusion;
Sweat the hot cohesive bond joining our bodies as one,
inside the other, inside the latter
let the fluid matter run
in this threesome
you, me, and we some endless
loop of recursive re-entry
and so love be a chemist.
Love — shapeless, smooth and free like milk;
catalyst for the sensual —
becomes friction's solvent and lets our body melt.
Potions pooled amidst our retirement
we flow,
skin becomes silk,
and moving like satin
we inherit a caress, from the kinetics.
Commencing a head count
beneath our thread count,
love rolls off the tongue
drips down the chin and
returns to the lap.
We: ready and anxious to give it back.
©Brandon Baker, 2010
I LOVE IT!!!!!
ReplyDeleteCan't stop reading it.
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