Your eyes blink widely
Your body heaves then rests
Snared tight on this rude magic.
Such sharp internal zest
Has sprung your being
Worthwhile, into newer realms
As though modifying your fleshy intent.
It startles you
Turning the flow of pleasure inwards.
This other orgasm
Leaves you deep in thought.
Inside, the threshing subsides.
As the crest resiles
I massage your warm nipples
Your flesh inviting respect:
Not passive
But permeable
Deeply enticing
The pleasure still rippling below its sheen.
Dazzlingly tactile
Dazed with love
This skein of desire – your skin
Glistens warm
Then cool as ice
Conjuring with pleasure and desire.
How could those moans ever invite despair?
Gar Jones
Your body heaves then rests
Snared tight on this rude magic.
Such sharp internal zest
Has sprung your being
Worthwhile, into newer realms
As though modifying your fleshy intent.
It startles you
Turning the flow of pleasure inwards.
This other orgasm
Leaves you deep in thought.
Inside, the threshing subsides.
As the crest resiles
I massage your warm nipples
Your flesh inviting respect:
Not passive
But permeable
Deeply enticing
The pleasure still rippling below its sheen.
Dazzlingly tactile
Dazed with love
This skein of desire – your skin
Glistens warm
Then cool as ice
Conjuring with pleasure and desire.
How could those moans ever invite despair?
Gar Jones