Tuesday, July 6, 2010


he goes down on her
she comes alive
fire in her loins
warmth crashing through her in waves
he is vibrant
draped in gold and magenta
and clouds
she reflects his energies back
they make each other beautiful
he plunges, sinks
with a slow and solid
his fire is everywhere
she groans
he lights up
a second behind
then still
he is enveloped in her
she pulls the blinds
leaving us in the dark
to wonder what happens
between now and morn


Jessica said...

I need a cigarette. Or a cold shower.

Morgan said...

so tastefully sexy. beautiful allegory.

Mustard said...

oh my! I will never be able to look at a sunset again without blushing! ;-)

JJ said...

Ha, subtle. Made me chuckle.