By B.K.
Date: 7 January 2001
Dream-Pulse
Dream-Pulse
Sound of you in my mind
sends me to where you sleep,
pulling down cover, skin to skin,
you and I, in dream tight,
whispers, ‘I’ve been waiting.’
Your face in my hair, kisses
burning into my neck,
deep kisses tongue to tongue.
Steady heartbeats, race
together, sending separate
pulse, surrenders matter,
mold bodies to mouth and
hands, hands and mouth like no other.
Licking skin, sucking lips, taste of apricot,
squeeze pink taut nipples with
silken touch to rugged textures.
Bodies of swift cheetahs, beautiful
jungle cats, wired tight, to escape
controls, race faster, flying over
raw peaks, releasing, one mind
leaving earth, bonded, soaring free.
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