A single touch send shivers spiraling down my spine and I sigh. Sensuality is simmering in the sauna of our love and I can hardly breathe. You are a cool breeze by the sea on a hot summer day, as wanted and welcome as a wish upon a star. Your hand caresses my body, and the contact with my skin is sinfully delicious. I let it linger; the soft tingle enveloping my soul as you explore the voluptuous hills of my lips. I am inwardly bursting at our intensity; I insist you travel farther. You walk your fingers along the lower climbs of my constitution, diving off the cliff into the rolling tide of my essence. Ecstasy washes over both of us, and we will live off this euphoria forever! Or at least until the tide fades away, and you are just a mere breeze drifting away back to the sea. But I’ll hold onto this emotion with every sense feeling, hearing, seeing, tasting; if only for a little longer… only until I have to let go of our entwined fingers.

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7 Responses to Entwined

  1. Oh my. How sensual. 😉

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  2. luckykaye says:

    Oh I say, I’ve come over all unneccessary 🙂 Excellent writing!!


  3. Meredith says:

    Beautifully written.


  4. Noirfifre says:

    Powerful imagery :P.


  5. Rob McShane says:

    Nice piece – well done! Evocative, sensual and moving poetry as prose! Wow!


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