wish we could drink pleasure: ramblings and 4 poems

Last night I awakened to the sounds of the moon howling brightly into my bedroom window. I realised I had changed into a woman where once I had been a girl. I got up from my bed and walked through the moonlight to the mirror hidden in the shadows. How pale the moon makes my eyes look, how alive she reflects my inner sights. I watched the play of light and dark on the contours of my body and imagined myself in a body not my own. Not my own. His hands wandered over the subtle curves and sharp angles, slowly marking his territory, slowly discovering new countries.

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Tasting time in a kiss
And in that moment
And in your eyes
All that was me was silent
And still alive
And in that stillness electric
I feel your heart beating
where mine still is…
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my love,
you are deep pleasure.
consider mine

like tender, familiar pure soul
sweet embraces warm and complete.
I am full here in you.
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gently love,
our sacred motion
in wonder

dreams for breath.
strength feeds wild rhythms in us;
tender magic sensual love.
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consider space, mine.
every bold nibble
like sweet mystery
wet bliss celestial moment
melt familiar you.

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laugh, my lover
between thought and feeling
is the sky.

Wish we could drink pleasure

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