stretched out, and undone

I imagine you値l taste
like deep ocean seawater
and that I値l need to take care
to ensure I知 not lost overboard
in you swelling tides

forgive me, now
if I move my mind
to more salty times

my aim, from the first pour of drinks
to the losing of clothes
when they become
an unwearable complication
will be an exploration
of the instrument of you
to find the correct pressure
of your pleasure

a delicate dance to tune my hands, my fingers, my lips
to the vibrations of tone
from your slender throat
a perfect assault on senses
always light
never quite arrived
the round and round and down and down
of your willing destruction

then, when you are stretched out and undone
that other tuning
to find the rhythm
of your most unchoreographed primal dance
the tuning of hips
the hang, that perfect moment of about-to-fuck, my-tip-to-your-lips anticipation
the thigh-on-thigh beginning of the end
I値l make you come and get me with your hips, little by little, forcing your body to admit its needs for the chemical heats that rule you

then the first slide, the slow initial fill
and the hold
hip bone against hip bone
to open you to the idea
of my carnal curses
led here, to your furnace, by the fire
of our common elements
and the percussive dangerous surf
of our hearts

and now only the building of sensation
in give and take
and endless immersion
until yours is the only beauty in the world and our senses are as basic as how hot and how deep and how long can it last when the pressure is a wall of pelvic language and freight trains coming and the answer will be given in short breaths and tightened waves of muscles dancing over my own almost fatal embedment, me lost and drowned in the smell of your hair, gathering for that last act, when you are as undone as a blown-out summer storm, and as open as the ocean you taste of

our last moments...lost to biology, and the firing of heavy guns...

when we breathe again
we will lie
in the aftermath
of our small deaths
a limb-tangled meditation
on silence
and desire
and just deserts
and I値l catch a glimpse
of what I have done
in your lazy used-up eyes

knowing this値l happen
every time
you dare
to reach
so far in
to me
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