Lover's Move 12/28/2008
 

Her body rocked back and forth

Over and over, hitting the spot

This was what he wanted

And she took pleasure in it

The movement of lovers

Sweaty and weak

Finding the strength

To go harder

His body was shaking and melting

Over and over, with each move

This was what she wanted

And he took pleasure in it

The movement of lovers

Wet and hard

Finding the breath

To go faster

Their bodies exploded

Over and over, trembling

This is what they wanted

They took pleasure in it

The movement of lovers

Exhausted and spent

Finding the pillow

To go away

 


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    Semblance

    I am but an image
    Built from your own mind
    A similitude of growing old
    And feeling dull
    I'm just a feeling
    Created from the depths of your soul
    A likeness only of her emotion
    And a pretense of her similarity
    Sometimes feebleminded
    Sporadically seethe with understanding
    A conception of representation
    A mere fragment, a breath of life
    Befitting an aura of darkness
    Absorbed by doubt
    Just a pretext of air
    I am almost wasting space
    I am but an analogy
    Lost but cosigned with hope
    You chose to confiscate me
    Don't mask my beauty
    I am what I am!

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