Celestial Indulgence

... and she has unlocked the side of me that has been
unfed and malnourished for soo long... she is my
Forbidden Fruit... to taste of her nectar would
be Divine and become my sinful pleasure ...
                W.Virgol Hawkins...

... and he would inaugurate his purpose into
the soul of my being,where his lips and mines
would find common ground under the cover of the
cerulean skies,its full moon watching us shedding
our layers as hands met flesh,hearts interconnected
and in that moment we become portions the other
needed, His tongue the roof of my gums,my lips his
taste and we indulge on our nectar's, as we held
bodies fractions apart, the spark of our
U/n/I verse shutting out this world as wind chimes
become the conductor of our animalistic symphony
as a dedication to us...

We...

Uninhabited in our quest to quench this thirst
that embodies our masculine and feminine vigor.
Wears the night musk like banners our stench
stretching across the air like a second skin...
we became locked within midnight embrace, bracing
for the moment when we lose ourselves within this
tangible reality leaving our souls craving more...
as his breath became my lungs and my lips his mouth
our tongues fed from the cavity of us, enriching us
with each stroke until we dissolved into the knowledge
of us ..

Mentally and physically bare to our core, pouring
each sinful pleasure into our beings as dark skies,
whisper seductively into the the winds and we
suckle each edible portions of us... unafraid to
divided and conquer our epic egos...

We...
unclothed individuals reeking of gluttony iniquitous
perfume soaking into our pores,as we feast and feed
off each other like cannibals indulging our wants
like a spoiled uncaring child as we became lost in
the heat of the moment.. taking each caress, touch,
sound, taste and texture with renewed abandonment.
unashamed of our conquest to conquer each other if
only for a moment we...naked against the night,
bold and daring beneath our table for two

... sip from bodies what cups could never appreciate
or hold,my nectar and his rejuvenating oils freely
flowing after our moans become high-rise and each
note beckons bodies to bend and explore those
unexplored ceases laid out on this Divine table
of Us... where we fine dine on each other skin
under the cover of the night skies,
unapologetic in our truest and purest forms..

we copulated with the very core of us.. spilling
man and woman true essence back into the earth
as heart and soul whisper hello again..