Lets Make Poetry
Lets make poetry.
Sit under the moonlight.
Drink wine.
And unwind to the
Music of the stars,
The music of my vibrating movements.
Slowly I place myself
On top.
That’s what we both want.
I ride you into the night.
The only sounds heard are
The sounds of our heavy breathing
And rhythmic motions.
You kiss my hand, and gently
Place them on your
Chest.
Your heart races, my beat
Matching yours.
Which one is to reach
It’s destination.
I stop pull back and reach for something that is
At the tip of the area
Between my thighs.
We are making poetry.
Poetry that lets us unwind
To our bodies.
Poetry that speaks to us.
Through the love of
One another.
Poetry that will forever
Take its place
Onto our hearts
As words that melt into transcending
Happiness and love-making.
This is the only thing I
Live for.
The Making of Poetry.
The one which lets me
Ride into the night.
Head back, breast bouncing, arms swaying
Breathing shaky and lips quivering.
This is my poem.
Our poem.
The one which we make every night
Under the moonlight.
Where we dine to divine wine.
Listen to the stars.
And make
Poetry.
Our Love
Our love is like the unforgotten
Sea.
The chants of the mermaids
In a foreign land
Not known to either of us.
Our love is
The wakening sounds of
Our voices
The wails of
The underground birds
And the life of a lost
Gypsy.
Our love is
Like the dance of the wood stockers
Full of freedom and peace.
Our love is us!
.
Lets make poetry.
Sit under the moonlight.
Drink wine.
And unwind to the
Music of the stars,
The music of my vibrating movements.
Slowly I place myself
On top.
That’s what we both want.
I ride you into the night.
The only sounds heard are
The sounds of our heavy breathing
And rhythmic motions.
You kiss my hand, and gently
Place them on your
Chest.
Your heart races, my beat
Matching yours.
Which one is to reach
It’s destination.
I stop pull back and reach for something that is
At the tip of the area
Between my thighs.
We are making poetry.
Poetry that lets us unwind
To our bodies.
Poetry that speaks to us.
Through the love of
One another.
Poetry that will forever
Take its place
Onto our hearts
As words that melt into transcending
Happiness and love-making.
This is the only thing I
Live for.
The Making of Poetry.
The one which lets me
Ride into the night.
Head back, breast bouncing, arms swaying
Breathing shaky and lips quivering.
This is my poem.
Our poem.
The one which we make every night
Under the moonlight.
Where we dine to divine wine.
Listen to the stars.
And make
Poetry.
.
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