bare skin glides against my rough edges
like warm sand you buff my contours smooth
mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae
you become cartographer of my ridges and valleys
before breathing electricity along my spine
bold fingertips find the places I ache
work me like clay
patiently loosen the knots
I have tied myself into
until I exhale the pain
the tension
into your kiss
your palms
become silk flowing through your arms
sighs against your neck
arching into your body’s poetry
until we are a tangle of arms and legs
against damp sheets
consciousnesses floating free
no longer bound by time and frail flesh
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
I love this!
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Thanks Sarah!
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Intimacy at its best! 👌
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thank you!
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I think you have said to me… Wow! I return that… WOW!
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🙂
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🤓
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Oh my… that is really good… uhm… poetry.
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Thank you!
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