ENJOYING THE REPOSE

After one or more explosions
and the pause
to share a repose,
the sweet scent of pleasure
is a sweet musk
and the warm scent
has attached itself
to our fingers and skin.

The aroma of love
emits from the gates
of the silky garden,
as moist nectar
is an added pleasure;
the aroma of manhood
is a snorted drug.

Our mouths are still
scented with the sweet
juices from burning lust
and sharing our favorite
number--perfect 69;
there is a decrease of
the drumbeat of our pulse.

Words softly flow in affirmation
from the magic of the repose
it is stimulating another
desire to make the waves
of an erotic burst of passion,
roaming hands are gently
touching buttons that
ignite an inferno of fire.

Oh the magic of the
satisfying repose that
creates a new hunger
to explore wilder fantasies
created during pause time.
The repose is only a pause,
not a stop. Will YOU
please share a repose?
....I'll wait for YOU....