By Tony DeLorger ©2011
Each touch a tremor,
each glance a gasping breath,
lips touch with deep passion,
bodies alive with electricity,
and still it is never enough, unquenchable,
my vat always filled but never full.
Still, resting in perfect tranquillity,
and then a passing touch ignites,
waves build, the swell of wanting flesh entwines,
and the tremors begin,
the sway of emotions descend into reality
and escape the mind, bodies in control.
One kiss, one caress,
and lost we become in each other’s eyes,
souls grasping for completion,
bodies writhing in the pain of expectation,
until the swell recedes.
Still, resting in perfect harmony,
and then lips brush
and bodies once again ignite,
waves build and lost once again,
we vow sleep,
a desperate attempt
to resist the irresistible.
Hands locked underneath,
‘Are you tired yet?’
Not a minute to lose,
and the tremors begin.
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