Seven Levels of Paradiso

The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.

Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.

Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.

And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.

Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.

Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by sharing a sweaty embrace.