by Christie FossilSoul
You remember the times when I would
Kiss your neck and suck your nipples until you can’t breathe…
I like taking my time tracing the contours of your body with my lips…
REWIND, wait, wait, wait…
I love it when you are undressing me with your eyes
When your lips touching my lips string together an orchestra
For the symphony about to take place…
And when the music begins
Its sensations are more intense
than I could have ever imagined.
I find my poetry in perception,
Words unspoken of the thoughts riddling your mind
That I would never come to know,
Were they not deciphered
By the music we compose when we make love.
I find the words of your thoughts
Traced along your fingertips
As you softly caress my sense-heightened skin as if to say
‘If you grasp nothing else of all of my affection to you,
please be assured of the absolute truth in my adoration of you
when I TOUCH YOU’
When I touch you…
When you touch me, when you touch me…
You touch me, leading me to the emotions of your thoughts,
Do you remember that?
The thoughts of how much you want to say without saying it
But rather just being it.
One day I’ll sing for you while we’re making love
When we’re high on each other and you’re deep inside me
As we move to the rhythm of my heart meeting your beat
Our heart beats
Fingers locked
Our bodies slippery, all over each other lubbed by the heat of our passion
Ah babe, yea speak beauty indeed to me
Coz words can never be enough for the language of beauty
Heart to heart, let’s just speak the language of beauty
For words have become insufficient
Sex, fucking, loving, licking,
talking, reciting, eating;
Kissing, sucking, caressing,
moaning, breathing deeeppp, Gasping for air,
You, Me, wine, strawberries, bed, music,
NOW…YEEESSSS!
My poetry moves mountains within even me
since we met
Please never cease to be my MUSE!
© 11/04/2013
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2013 April 10: Another black lesbian activist has fallen
and
2012 Nov. 20: Mourning on commission
