the Eros Kiss

The light dance resonates resilient,
To leave an aching longing, wanting.
There’s no fragile fresco waiting here,
Or hints of a gentle clever toile tease.
There’s lust tight wrapped up desire,
Bound up, with a passion to be free.

I sense the rise of my belated breath,
That touches so close to bloody taught.
I hear the heady unsteady heart strings,
That echoes out a sure chorded chime.
And from my curled and burnished bow;
My plump aimed arrow is now free to go.

I see my tender dart take to stable flight,
To gladly note my aim is tight and true.
I smile as it selectively slides right through,
This sweaty gently writhing crowd, to you.
I see it touch your gently heaving heart,
Then smile at the sealing setting of the mark.

I note the sweetest smile, the gentle grace,
The growing love that leaves a fragrant trace;
That makes me sing for your so sacred place,
And long for the merest tender scent of touch.
That leaves me shard and naked in my raw humility,
While our two tender lips brush with vulnerability.

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