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Even in a Kiss By John Jeffrey Even in a kiss there is enough softness trembling to know the give of you as I, behind, fold my arms around: my left hand, above, finds you arching in; my right explores the fevered rise of your stomach, and I begin the slow slide down. Even in a kiss there is enough tightening intensity to know the sinewy stretch of me, as you, below, walk your fingers up my arms, over my shoulders, and down the rolling valley of my back, each fingertip alive, urgent, exciting my muscles to movement; further, you crest the twin curves of my most muscle and pull, and I begin the slow slide down. Even in a kiss there is enough heavy humidity, enough swollen slip-sliding to know the buttery opening of you, the full force filling by me, our vigorous willingness. From this kiss, we launch into tropical explorations; Magellans of the flesh, we circumnavigate the map of each other’s skin; our mouths, our ships, run the fast rise up and then begin the slow slide down. Now, lover, come and kiss me. |
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