Quake of Desire

Warm, soft, my hands cup them.
The brown points rise in my palm. 
Piercing through my defenses.
sending me numb with pleasure.


Tongue feeling your treasure.
The tremor; 
The quake of your passion;
takes me, tossing and turning me 
against the changing landscape.


You open.
I enter.


Violent waves shake me from your body.
I hold on following you, flowing with you.
The dam breaks; 
You flow forth;
Drowning me,
Delightfully in you.



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