Mutual Saturation.....    *** written with   LokiOfLiterati  

***our verses alternate
starting with his verse first
down to the last verse which is mine***
 
 
Fearless self trust. Near this mist every breath is a rush.  
Peerless touch, test spirit against mere lust.  
Open channels, introducing,  
 
Confidence. Fogged over in a heated gasp of passion
sensations unequaled, heightened by total trust
communication, submission  
 
No more warnings. Core is all in.  
Like Juice Newton? Call me Angel of the Morning.  
Newness like dew forming.  
 
The time nears, snugly filled, stretched
When morning's echoes say we've sinned, we're grinning
arousal touches me again,  
 
Here's the news to cure your blues.  
I had a to-do with Future You  
She said to get back to doing true  
Without hesitance, groove to the present.  
 
Make me smile, heal me with your news
animate the fantasies you've foreseen
no illusions, just define what you choose
Dominate the now, take charge, make it happen
 
I sling my testaments  
King from a peasant  
I'm due to get a head full of sense.  
But don't you let me get ahead, hence...  
 
As I head proposals you present
you rise like a phoenix to represent
leave me trembling at the smell of your essence
completely intoxicated by your mere presence  
 
Hold that, but don't retract; never hold back!  
Just know the track doesn't flow straight.  
It's a bigger fate. Infinite loop. Figure eight.  
Running to mobilize this in each trip.  
 
On edge, desperately needing to release the slack
I need the intimate connection, I can't wait
entwined, destined. Frantic. lead me, dictate
mutual primal satisfaction is in our grip.
 
My tongue is a Möbius Strip. (Strip!)  
Grooving prose isn't losing clothes. (Not right away...)  
It's seeing every inner devout bit. (Moment stays.)  
As a spiritual outfit. Loose robes. (Cast on the floor or window ledge I pray.)  
 
My cup runith over, won't you come take a sip
clothes hit the floor, won't be needed to play...
time for spiritual euphoria just show me the ways
we can make it last, I will eagerly capitulate all day
grant every naughty wish for which you pray
 
New views grow. Test and trust.  
What we do in flow? Spiritual dress-up.  
How's this fit for the best of us?  
In every maybe role: a whole new scroll.  
 
Let's explore new territories, through trust and lust
in a precognition of our intimacy, my arousal erupts
primed for penetration, fantasize to handle thus
synchronized self touch, mutual gratification the goal.