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In between siestas…




As the fluttering curtain  
invades the stoic silence  
I catch a smudged reflection  
which gasps as you climax  
on the new bed-surrounded by sheets-  
crumpled and creased  
as the old classics stare at me  
their yellowed pages a forlorn story  
the smell seemingly a distant memory  
cornered by the overpowering stench  
of carnal love-
unadulterated and slow  
thick-salty spurts of life  
fed into a moist cave-
sacred-seething  
with the heat controlled by
medulla oblongata  
Your willowy legs snake around me  
those tremulous lips enamour me  
in a fresh invitation as
my body hibernates  
your musk fills inside every cavity  
your laboured breathing reminds me  
of rhythmic drum beats under the full moon  
by Jarwa men-dancing
e n c h a n t e d  
like numerous Shivas
performing tandava
You murmur something in my ear  
seems like an inter-galactic weak signal  
your fingers run thru my hair  
skin brushing against skin  
my skin the colour of polished wood  
atop yours- a gleaming masterpiece  
of shaved Maplewood  
conjoined in the centre in asymmetry  
The concrete space seeps in the feel  
walls reeking of strong sex-hushed and rushed  
another gush of wind lifts the curtain  
it soars up as you feed on my sudden hardness.


Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 20th Jun 2012
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