Eroticalia

Tongues entwined,
our bodies bathed in sweat;
slick hips gyrating, my sex penetrating yours
while pelvic images disband
the loyal garrison of conscience.

Ignoring cost as mother lust contrives to join us
groin
in groin.

Blood coursing through erectile tissue,
moisture
seeping gracefully,
facilitating hot, rigid passion;
and mouths seek out those secret areas of heat.

Licking,
lapping,
tempting fleshly written poems
inspired by nature’s sensual genius.

 

A spasm contracts your entrance
and worlds
explode
below
our minds,
injecting
seeds
of light
to travel
upwards in your womb,
illuminating life.
While we are left in darkness
on the sheets;
panting;
basking in the afterglow.