A poem for a Lewd Poetry competition ...
|Every ounce of her golden flesh tingled, |
As their wet sweaty bodies thrashed and mingled,
Twisted in every conceivable way,
Lost in the delights of pleasurable play
Elevated chasms of fire within,
Losing all focus, her mind did spin
Pure unadulterated exploration,
Led to increasing exhilaration.
Inching further along passion’s precipice,
Ready to tumble into the rhythmic abyss,
Letting go of all thoughts of control,
Body, mind, spirit… she was greater than whole
Seismic shift from deep within,
Sweat beads on their bodies … glistening
Panting … climbing higher than ever before,
Their connection was real, their passion raw.