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Us, our situation
written by : Kortez
He yearns to see what he can feel, what his hands explore he wishes to drink inWith his eyes, wide open searing it onto his eyeballs so that even while sleeping he can caress my form.
Patience is foreign to him, he questions me constantly
Provoking me to silence.
Making his intentions clear he prods at the catalyst; smiles heavenly as he handles my anatomy
Eyes twinkle as he has dangerous thoughts of liaisons between my skin and his flesh.
We touch; slowly finding our way around each others space
We sigh; exploration yields discoveries that are of the explosive nature.
We rush towards the understanding
Understanding the moment.
We rush and so we falter.
We rehearse the first visit, the first meeting of worlds, constantly
We discuss the kinaesthetic aspects openly
He suggests I reflect and time negotiates our responses.
Laying in the folds of darkness in separate union we lay.
Contact comes from the black-pitch
His hand to my skin, his lips to my chin.
We negate the turbulence that our rashness has created
We settle into this new situation
Our new situation.
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