Pursed lips pursued
by the coming night.
A lasting embrace remembered
by a mind cradled in pillows,
the feathery security we all
have while resting in the
seamless void of a
midnights dream.

A tinder box of creative
orgasm. Long legs extending
all the way to heaven, as
each curled hair begs to be
stroked, and made to scream
with fingers forever probing
deeper into ever softer flesh.
Eyes restlessly move, this
is R.E.M. breathless moments
of absence, a lofty soul sitting
on high, while each physical
body cannot deny the puritan
like bliss, a mind merged with
nothingness that moment of
explosion, expulsion…

A nose catalogues memories
while scents scandalously
attract the purging inhibitions
who bite deep along curved
lines, the nape of necks.
A pleasure so pure you never
notice the innocent evil
the body invites to consume
you.

Effortlessly the soul’s forgotten,
while erogenous parts heat,
and swell nursing their victims
with the cooling sweat of action.
A personal epitaph written by
passion, the fleeting sleepless
antics toss tongues titillating
verbs of expression, of eloquent
nourishment, words received
openly by pen to paper memories,
and the body releases each emotion
with the fury of an on coming
shudder, uncontrollable quiver
but the words and sleep remain
seamless…

The moment lasts as long as the
scent lingers. Each finger,
each article, each taste brings
excitement when whispered,
and the body remembers,
the body remembers…
The sleep is seamless…