can be only expressed
in metaphors
and contours
outside of context
With eyes mapping my continent,
I'm unfolded between sheets
like an early draft
My axis is rotated
front to back
deep tissue massage
sheds inner thoughts....
sensitivities are tossed
aside
along with victoria's secrets.
Wearing nothing but a smile,
your fingers inch up my spine as if climbing Jacobs's Ladder
my back manuscripted
in hieroglyphics
I began to take Shape
and Form...
silent scriptures on my lips
You got me open
I want to close my eyes
to forget
how dizzy I am
as paradigms shift.
Tensions ease as fingertips
climb steeply up my back,
trailing down my neck
across my collar bone
leaving delicate caresses.
My hypothalamus is overstimulated.
Sweat beads my skin in little sequins
and drip drops like water
dancing over a hot stove
Tenderly, you take control
Your tongue steal my words
like a ventriloquist
suspending curses half-spoken
I'm lava yet motionless
becoming a slumped goddess
I crest and fall
into oblivion
as your fingers wade
through my flesh with lotion
erasing who I used to be.
I feel you kneading me,
needing to hold on
as my waistline is yoked
I wonder how long
can I sustain myself
as hands roam
strong, wild, and free
while mine grapple for hope
the deeper you went
minutes ticked
hands surpassed time
at the peak of intensity
I lose touch with the world.
stars realign
in two hours splendidly spent.
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