Narrow stairs mark my descent
Into an evening bedroom
Where a coy rapture
Lies in jubilant
Thralldom
Slowly winding amongst
Fragrant oxbows of
Smoke, hissing from
The tip of some
Incense's
Embered tongue.
We will be together
All night,
She breathes, and
Off we sway, in
Sweat and friction,
Passion and touch,
Until infinity is
Impossible, and
It ends. And though
We now lay amongst
Waxen darkness
All splayed and entwined,
It's three words spoken
By you
That reach down into the my
Chest, three words like warm hands
Wrapping with gentle tightness about
My heart, that then bristle up under
My skin until all I can do to quell it is
Embrace you. It is with that phrase
That I rise above all pervious carnal joy,
And am reminded of what made all that tussling
Wonderful.
And then I woke up.
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