Lover, I need you on me like the night
is on the sphere. I need your muscle around
my growing body, need your choreography
of hips and shoulders undulating. The tides
move in and out of the bayous and canals
in a deliberate manner. Lover, I need you
on me like the air that is on the world
and circulating in weather. Put your lips
around the words I am, you articulate
my spirit with your dense sexuality.
I want the white of belly in my hands
as if I held the light of stars, I'm tasting
the infinite in her softened folds. A nocturne
fades as she leaves her lingerie on the floor.
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