Raising my hips to the heat
Near sleep
So alive
I drift my dreams
In to see
Your assured flesh,
Relaxed
Back facing me
And I trace
Crystal veins
From warm memory
The melting sensation
Rides deep
In me,
And low
I squeeze to the pulse
Engulfed
In the keen glow below,
Like embers
Each breath
Breathes new heat
To its height,
The red light
Firing hotter
Till a shot of
Full bliss ignites
And mounts on
The last
And the first
Till the next
Burns
And returns
In a shivering flex
Of indulgence
The warmth
Pours in waves
From my core
Rolling
Still lost
In the sand time of thought
Image: Weathered by Time by Richard Saffron
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