Lesbian Sex

the enchanting vision of two naked women
mesmerizes me, their glowing bodies remaining
baby powder dry, utterly free of the glisten of sweat,
as they engage in their tender choreography.  
 
they touch & smile & kiss, these ombres of  
ethereal elegance, and cavort playfully, until it
ascends to an angrier state, whereby they begin
gnawing at each other's tenderest flesh, like
pre-civil creatures absent of propriety.
 
voyeur of lascivious angels on satin,
I fall into the pit of their specatcle, journeying
toward emblazoned nirvana by the urging of
my melting eyes & my extemporaneous hand.
 
at a perhaps scripted moment, they achieve their
resonating zenith, as portrayed in the beautiful pain
on their faces. and they carry me with them, as
the three of us
~ the three of us ~
are blessed in unison...
 
and at the subsiding, they embrace and kiss as if
they were the only lovers in the world: real or fake,
it's real to me because I desire it to be, they having
found the bliss which I name love, that I have treasured,
and hunted.
 
euphoric, I linger in that vicarious glow, as my angels
dissolve into a white shade.
 
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