So the night has eyes, to see the beauty inside
Upon a fortress, we rise.
To listen to the sighs of the wild — whispers — standing in the dark.
The sadness inside cast adrift; behold JOY!
This gemstone we touch: the flesh made real.
We rose and ascended to the high — to dwell amongst the summits that pierce the clouds.
Did I taste the flesh and drink the secretion that tasted of wine — prized from the vine fermented and aged. The taste that piqued the senses: peppery, rounded and bold — an experience that twists us in coils of rapture, ecstasy and bliss, Poised, to your lips — mine. To taste the colour purple. The sweet saliva flows.
Your mouth, I thus enveloped with my tongue, to drink.
Oh, the ecstasy, to taste the raw flesh of another, the lichen, the moss, the fleshy fungi, nestling on the damp forest floor — the petrichor besieges the hunger.
Your skin, my tongue did map the texture and felt the cold,
the scent lingers, the perfume, the ecstasy and intoxication prolonged.
Incantations to the flesh, we did bathed in each other’s desires, the pressure released.
Blue flames ignite and set bridges on fire.
To the night we set ablaze, our emotions razed,
the sultry haze glaze over the vista.
In the clear waters of Vintgar we swam, we opened, prized, and eulogised.
My tongue to probe and caress the naked flesh. To the rebirth,
planted between your cheeks, my mouth feels the texture, it cultivates, harvesting fruits.
Here, I savoured the taste of you, the glycerin prized from inside — flesh to flesh, fluid to fluid, the tongue my thoughts becomes lucid.
The aqueous membrane delicate, fragile, the tongue to glide, to relish and induce the serum to flow, to lubricate and sweeten the lips. Shall you open yourself unto me and bequeath unto me your soul, your burden released, breaking the chains of inhibitions, to converse, to create new conversation and compositions. To see you through your emotions.
To free your spirit, and for you to simultaneously feel the heat and the chill.
Erase yourself, shed your skin, expose the inside to the elements, set yourself free, be like a raging forest fire, shepherd the winds, harvest the flames. To the climax, taste the cum, released. Me, holding onto your thighs, listening to the ebbing of your breath, to feel, the heaving of the stomach troughs and swells, the undulated spasms, modulation, and, to the calm, the silence that is so deafening, it’s thus the scene before the fall.