Come -- together March 21, 2024

 

Warmth greets me

As the pads of my fingers

Caress there,

Soft, wet, vibrating,

A shudder, then

A sigh,

A slow touch at first

Getting faster,

Until the earth quakes

In you, this

Piece of me,

The key in search

Of a key hole,

And the lock I must

Unlock to find joy,

I feel the heat of us

Spreading up

From where my fingers

Touch,

The first sparks to

Some wild fire,

Ready to ignite,

If I can keep pace,

Not too rough,

Not too gentle,

Just rough enough

Making the feeling

Grow more,

As I spread you wide

Where my fingers

Can feel even more,

The shudder

The stirring,

The deeper I go,

Searching for that

One place

Where it all

Comes

Together,

For both of us.

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