two eyes
gel-glossy globes, slit-thin and crimson-rimmed and spider-webbed from terpene-topped tokes of sweet sensi smoke, green grass grown gas - inhale. now feel the verve, now voluminous, now vibrating in your veins now buried in blood and bone now settled atop soft skin now, I understand why I get lifted off your lips why your finger tips feel like a god is making music through you and I am muse and melody and microphone all in one. i thought it was the weed but it's your love that gets me high. There's so much sexy in our skin.
Something sensuous about the way it radiates lifetimes of sunshine absorbed. There is celestial romance inscribed in our hues, myths and fables and folklore of erotic affairs under the cloak of the cosmos. We make love in stardust whenever our skins touch. Me, melanin-soaked mocha, and you, earthy mahogany, with a kiss of midnight. We are animal and superhuman, dangerous and divine, from nowhere near here yet still very much so of Earth. For when we are entangled, we are sunshine and dust, and wave, and storm, and lava. |
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