Saturday, May 31, 2014

Disorientation

The intense intoxication
of fresh seduction
as lips touch, tease,
hands roam, grasping,
pulling inwards, together
meeting in new ways
time and again
the fantastic new,
dreamt of, made real,
lines are drawn, crossed,
as barriers are determined 
and others come down.
The rush of discovery
mutual and individual,
nerves tense, yet 
inhibitions lost, as
we two 
surrender into 
one.

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