Forgotten are the overbearing
With rules, decorum, etiquette
My lover's hands caress my body
Her touch is sweet and soft.
As curve meets curve and slides
Sweet condensation of sweat
Moisture gathers between bodies, thighs.
Chasm is filled with wet muscle.
As stars shine behind my eyes,
She holds me as I float down
Back to earth and her arms.
A heaven on the ground.
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