Free Verse # 318 (skin on skin)

Under my tongue
her honeyed kiss,
a succulent poem
melting all day, all night,
filling my veins
with her solar fire,
the throb of her want.

~

His hands on her body…
rivers of lava
flooding her secret wells,
in moans and fevered breaths
carrying her heartbeats,
seeds of poetry.

~

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Skin on skin
the hand of night
merging them,
two souls bare,
revealed to their core,
their molten flesh
a river flooding
the sea night,
a hidden dawn,
a nebula of stars.

~

All my poems…
dewdrops whispered
on her lips at dawn

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