when his hands
slowly decide
how to evoke my mind
Drawing his fingers,
feel the ridges,
his hardness
curves naturally
into my soft palms
my tangles
uncombed, wild;
his fingers, through them
playing their tune
lips meeting,
impatient, yet slow
deepening into
something more
longing, lengthening,
squirming, needing,
breathing, rushing,
quivering, craving
Eyes closed,
listening to the rise and fall of his chest;
the heavy thud of the heartbeat;
slowly melting into him
Abandon fears from the mind;
Focus on every inch of the body;
Inhibitions disappear;
Leaving cravings deep within the soul
The weight of his arms
blocking out the world
a constant reassurance
together in the moment
At times a silent prayer,
and others a whispered incantation,
Sometimes a frenzied cry,
Everything gets answered
Goodbyes are cravings for
the comfort of his arms and
just one more kiss to lose myself in
just for a little while longer........
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