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Little Miricles
It feels like a miracle to
find myself fully present and
embraced by your beauty.
It feels like a miracle to
watch you kiss your way
down until your tongue
finds my surprised scrotum.
It feels like a miracle
when you take me with your
lips, my shining cock bathed in
your temporal moisture.
Oh god, you are alive!
It feels like a miracle,
this sliding into the mysterious
warmth of most precious places,
reserved only for the deepest of
human intimacies.
I’m not be the first man here,
but surely I’m the most thankful.
find myself fully present and
embraced by your beauty.
It feels like a miracle to
watch you kiss your way
down until your tongue
finds my surprised scrotum.
It feels like a miracle
when you take me with your
lips, my shining cock bathed in
your temporal moisture.
Oh god, you are alive!
It feels like a miracle,
this sliding into the mysterious
warmth of most precious places,
reserved only for the deepest of
human intimacies.
I’m not be the first man here,
but surely I’m the most thankful.
Published 20th Jul 2022
| Edited 4th Aug 2022
Author's Note
Revisiting an earlier poem for a major rewrite. So thankful for these little miracles.
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20th Jul 2022 11:39pm
