laying in the sunshine,
your music softly
sensual,
dreaming in the sun
filled park,
exposed to the symphony
of the bird filled sky,
we lay upon the grasses
the hands of a world between the thighs,
a dance in the skin,
shallow breath, a drifting of the mind to the motions of skin on
skin,
cross the star filled
skies for love to make to music,
hearts thunder
struck
drifting in and out of
the zone ,
your eyes closed to the
world at the finger tip but feeling every momentary thing,
like the sweet song
birds that filled the skies ,
we cry in a moment of
sweet revenge upon all the worlds pain in reverence of the high arts
of orgasm
silence does not
require a requiem to solitude
feeling each other
after the continence of all things the sky had made come to you and i
lived within the flickering sweat beaded dreams for the heart within
..
orgasms in paradise
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