Like riding a bike, babe. Like riding a bike.

to hold your hips

inside these hands

in feel

of pulsing need

and watch your face

as wanting swells

in glories ceaseless


be still my hands

for moments time

to capture

just that place,

of perfect

incandescent love

and kiss it

from your face.

with lips that drink from yours

sweet truths

and bless from whence

you came,

i turn in bound

eternal love

and whisper still-

your name.

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