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By wordley Submitted by wordley Date: 2020 Mar 30 Comment on this Work [[2020.03.30.07.33.1429]] |
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Salt..such a basic thing that makes skin glow, When raised by sensual effort, Drops of dilution, glisten on a surface so primal, to flow Into rivulets, tracking each with tongue, that export To all senses, the need to feed, to feel, to taste To expose the land beheld, each pore reacting; Not to simply brush away, and not to waste, To enjoy that emotion of skin, so climacting Chemicals we are, and will always be, mere compound Yet if the mix is right, we catalyse the other, And create an explosion of joy,so intense, so profound In the entwining embrace of a lover; Salt...we taste, we sweat, we glow, all in love's name The mere physics produce the result, and still We give all to live within the desire,the game, Is to grace our lives with erotica, and thrill The one whose focus we gladly concentrate The one whose form becomes our need, our kick, Whose curves and swells glisten with sweetest condensate, Across whose glowing form, our mouths track, and greedily lick... To Glisten... |