Poem Number 19048

Your hips are an open labyrinth

Your hips are an open labyrinth
flat as the still sea
curved as the earth
but deep enough to surrender myself
under
in their pleasant stupor.
Your thighs will provide
no end of rational confusion
as I grasp them from
underneath
and ply you for answers
ever upward and overtop.
Your lips are a quiz
each kiss new mystical snakeskins slipping
sloughing off
brandishing bright lights
against the hot ingot of my consciousness.
Your boobs a sugared treasure
made ennobled by thier purchaser.
I yearn to fill your clefts
and make your breaths
punctuated cymbal crashes
your heartbeats coincident to
melodies riding thier wave
grounding you to the
epicenter of your being,
spinningly.
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awesome :)
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You write well of sexual love.