There is such plenitude
In your warm embrace
And blushing granite body
Solid in so many senses
Yet so altered by these flowing currents
That meld across this febrile space
Twinning our deepest desires.
Each wave of pleasure
Releases and replenishes
The sharp responsiveness
That breaths your wanton sighs.
Time clicks on
Fear suspended in the crease of our bed.
Your eyes dilate with rippling ease
As my fingers feel your deep-set warmth
Our bodies consorting on each kiss
Neither fallow nor ferocious
In the tidal weft of this ebbing flow:
All things possible.
Gar Jones: March 2018