Wednesday, November 11, 2009


I'm ovulating thoughts

Of you

In my mind

Germinating a secret loving

Of your hand

Touching mine

Massaging, stroking

Your temples

With body oils

Incense burning

With your thighs,

Licking your lips

Down to your hips

Quivering and scintillating

All through out your spine

Bone by bone, skin to skin

Filtering tremor signals

Of seismic waves

Thrusting yourself

Into my mine

An Idea of two bodies shaking

A repetitive motion

A pendulum

Swinging back and forth

Into endless time

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