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Your breath in my neck
awakens a hunger...
needy urges draw me close,
your hands claim possession
of my body claiming yours,
a match that wraps and forms
a demand that’s met and guides...
our nerve-endings explode,
all reality is shattered.
*tink* Here's to realities being shattered and the alternate state of becoming one rising in its place.
ReplyDeletewhen we give over to each other in such a way
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful connection that can be created.
Wow! Powerful!!
ReplyDeleteReality should be shattered on a daily basis... ;)
ReplyDeleteMaybe reality is shattered. Love is giving...GIVING, with no thought of tit-for-tat, etc. Just giving emptying, until that emptiness if filled, replenished...so there is more to give. It is the only reason, reality there can be. All else is a dream, a fantasy.
ReplyDeleteMaybe what I've written is the "dream, fantasy" because it IS bed time--long ago!
Succinctly and marvelously written, Shadow-Girl! :-)
I admire the raw opening verses ~ Have to remind myself of that hunger ~
ReplyDeleteDepending upon the circumstances, of course, that doesn't sound like a bad situation to be in.
ReplyDeleteJust say the word . . . . lol
ReplyDeleteGosh how beautifully erotic.