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We talked and worked up wild red heat, free and easy on a blazing sunny afternoon. While day was breaking hard into night lights, we were happily excited by each others smiles that hurled about sexual tension neatly tucked in bulging pockets of intelligent talk and bad intentions.
We sang a melodic chorus of two becoming one. Painted mouths and tongue wet with talk of lips kissing mine. Looking up into a black stare.
“Deep thoughts project images on the night sky.”
Love making naked on blades of crushed grass.
He That Will Remain Nameless
I inhale the words, the energy, the connection from all around me and you, and exhale poetry. My words pace straight to it, to this. Straight to sex talk, thoughts, ought to, going to do, can't wait to. I pick up a pin, I open my mouth, and this is what forms out. “I enjoying saying your name. I like the mouth feel that '(Your name)' brings and leave.” I lose my way shuffling through words trying to say what I feel. Words fall down on me, SWV rains on me like spring showers out of clear blue unbothered sky's. I'm dodging no rain drops. I release the pen of my thoughts and drench poetry verse after verse. Soaking wet page after page walking out this maze of love.
I enjoy saying your name