By Chris W. at Perby1@aol.com
Date: 25 July 2000
Circumstance
But for circumstance, you would be here,
reclining next to me with bare skin beckoning,
laughter lilting, eyes searching out my anticipation.
But for circumstance I could study you,
fall under the tutelage of your body...
absorb the sight of your hair falling about your shoulders,
as water curls about a rock in softly turbulent currents;
examine the geometry of your body: the curves of your breasts,
the line of your stomach, the shapes of beauty that make you art.
But for circumstance I would feel you, smooth oiled skin on skin,
pressuring your muscles into acquiesced relaxation,
leaving nothing untouched.
And when your wanting tensed you again for my next,
I would travel about you until I had found my readied mark.
But for circumstance, I would move you, immerse myself
in the most delicate decadence of your body, rich and warm,
and allow myself the slightest pride when I see you flushed,
sweaty, and biting your lip with eyes closed to the problems of the world.
But for circumstance, I would throw you into the deepest river of pleasure
and allow you to be swept away by my enduring persistence,
rewarding myself with the taste of you like honeysuckle.
And when you thought you could take no more, I would not stop,
making you writhe in overexcitment to exhaust you.
And then when you reclined again, bare skin glistening,
with a spent laughter of surprise, eyes searching out my motivation,
I would wait for you to recover, and without notice, begin again.
But for circumstance...
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