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Dust Returning to Dust
Our bodies entwine flesh upon flesh,
moisture and softness, electric with life.
I'm a lost child, rooting across your breasts, seeking the living in you.
Once found, I kiss sweet nipples, wishing to possess the life within.
Moments later these same breasts caress my hardened desire.
While watching my tempered rod rise and fall between them,
I know these wonders of creation will one day bow to time's merciless knife.
When I rise over your beauty, visions of our endings in stone come clear.
As nature's involuntary spasms send sperm into your longing,
we celebrate our love, and I wonder if we're both thinking of death.
We fold and sigh, breathing each other's breath and wishing this would last forever.
Ah, these bodies now moist and hot will return to dirt, as all of life must.
The shining strength now pressing into your treasured home will die,
dust returning to dust.
moisture and softness, electric with life.
I'm a lost child, rooting across your breasts, seeking the living in you.
Once found, I kiss sweet nipples, wishing to possess the life within.
Moments later these same breasts caress my hardened desire.
While watching my tempered rod rise and fall between them,
I know these wonders of creation will one day bow to time's merciless knife.
When I rise over your beauty, visions of our endings in stone come clear.
As nature's involuntary spasms send sperm into your longing,
we celebrate our love, and I wonder if we're both thinking of death.
We fold and sigh, breathing each other's breath and wishing this would last forever.
Ah, these bodies now moist and hot will return to dirt, as all of life must.
The shining strength now pressing into your treasured home will die,
dust returning to dust.
Published 21st Sep 2021
| Edited 22nd Sep 2021
Author's Note
While making love to Morgan last night, my mind thought of our endings.
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Favourite lines:
When I rise over your beauty, visions of our endings in stone come clear. As nature's involuntary spasms send sperm into your longing,
we celebrate our love, and I wonder if we're both thinking of death.
'My mind thought of our endings'...I see a double entendre.
When I rise over your beauty, visions of our endings in stone come clear. As nature's involuntary spasms send sperm into your longing,
we celebrate our love, and I wonder if we're both thinking of death.
'My mind thought of our endings'...I see a double entendre.
