First very still
later hyper-active
Our bodies moist hot
Slippery with oils and seed
Our sweet juices mix
I press my palms against your breast
As we reach out without stopping
and plunge against the bottom
twitching our feet
dancing with our fingers
We explore our bodies
We probe in sacred cloisters
Our tongues dart into dark hiding places
Like children playing “hide and seek”
wanting to surprise
waiting to be caught
desiring to cry “free all!”
Our bodies twist, curl, arch and spasm
Hot lava moves closer
Explosions!
A shooting star falls to Earth
and shatters into a million lights
Uplifted we are hurled into a brilliant nebulae
Millions,
nay,
billions of cells dance excitedly
They are joined!
Fulfillment…
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