Trance of my essencebliss of my presence
unpeel your effervescence
As I glide through your sensuality
inch by inch, slowly
I loose my thoughts on those curves undefined
Eyes or are they never ending stories
Tales, fairy and deviant
movements slow and potent
Little flower with a wild bloom
touch of fire, flames ungroomed
passion tales of morbid subtleness
Aggressive thrusts of myriad positions
fluid and dynamic with no proportions
empathy and compassion abound
It's not the act but the mind and motion
It's not the thought but the wet fire
That engulfs the angel and the noble man..
Always ready for you..
Jay
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