A poem of two spirits divining ecstasy. Our first night together. I wasn't entirely present but this does scratch the surface of a new universe.
Undone. The red prophecy, seduced by his philosophic mind. V-shapes curl and dip down my design.
Contours conga as whitebirds fly. I'm high on pineapple kisses. Sculpting lips into trips along a highway of sighs.
Moans pull the quiver. She shivers. Down, down they go.
Parting waters unknown. Above, below, tenderly tangled in flowery dreams. Trust by the strings of submission.