Overtures
to silent pleasure
yearning lingual urges.
Fille en fleur,
flume doused fire:
the profuse sudden surge.
Colonnades,
a sacred place,
relief of torrent rapture.
Clitoris
of pistil beauty
and spring rain dampened after.
Lambent lips
reposing over
her stomach’s lily languor.
Cheek bone on hip:
vellus hairs
and eye lashes are dancers.
Though the sighs
of other lovers,
lust heaving in their chests,
seashell thighs
clasped firm around
a cove of ocean breath,
reach animated
exclamations,
it’s sandy cinema sex,
sans spray,
and I mourn
the way her waves
arrested my rhythm.
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