Sweet Harmony

Posted: August 2, 2014 in erotica, Poetry
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That’s when there is no measurement of time.

Quite alive sweeping passion in your eyes

Each touch, taste, tease, sensual is sublime.

Know we can go fast or slow, rhythm wise.

While fingertips at will discover play,

Sleek, slippery, sensuality, soft

kisses, wet erogenous zones we may

Circular caress. In moments aloft,

Our desires cause each other to grind

While supple lotions sing every region.

Now centered, fires in volcanic mind

Explode, erupt molten lava lips fought

Damp, delicious, desires; seek, eye’s sought.



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