Domestic Weekend

Sensuously slipped sliver,

cascading over an eloquently forged form.

How has it been crafted to perfection?

Divine intervention.

The collision of flesh awakens passionate consumption.

Velvet skin.

It spills like water.

I seek to know you.

Pause an instant.

No.

Wait,

I’m not done admiring you. 

Forever she whispers,

The heart flips with acrobatic excitement.

Enter again the hot stinging cave of burning soulful pleasure.

Come in.

Take your seats,

the exposé is about to begin.

This beauty is not new,

it prevails through and through.

It strikes in soft night without warning,

and breaks on through

to the other side of morning.

Stay.

I can’t.

Inflamed temperament.

Pause.

Content.

A new kind of love.

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