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Lucidity Of An Altered State
a.m. call
Deep tingles, itching skin
needing a scratch, fever raging from deep within.......
….labia-esque sweat dripping down the inside of her ample thighs
and I like what you're doing to me
her body para-morphing to an altered state
mark the date
terrified darkness
an erotic desire bigger than our bodies
why wait........
pussy warm and moist
mahogany root
hard and straight
Lucidity in altered state
miles and miles between us yet I feel
her presence, her hands surround me
like fire abounding inside thee.....
fueling an insatiable desire to
mortally pierce her flesh-felined
“Cat-Scratch fever.......”
lest she grip the immortal mesh
of yin and yang
flailing my” thang” upon her pale breast,
the milking of warm cream cascading
down her chest
this quivering undulation of body
releasing my soul inside her anticipatory set....
….I want to scream
on the verge of a copious mess
already there
fingers tangled up in her dark black hair
her thighs wrapped around my body
an unbreakable bonding
locked between
life and limb
eye to eye
lips to kiss
eruption exploding into
an erudite mist
words pale in explanation,
this feeling of weightlessness
sans plane.......
...learning to fly
….the beautiful intersection of joy and pain
seen through “Betty Davis Eyes” and
beautiful *brown* smile
we are one
Taijitu......
…..infinitely woven into
reticent thrust
recalcitrant motion
elliptical rotations
of hips, bumps and grind
I thirst......
take me to your water
so sublime
melting away into
a hyper-erotic bliss
time
after
time
after time.......
an a.m. Calling
echoing our pm dawn
the lucidity of an altered state
…..can you feel it?
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