through
my veins,
loud and strong.
Breaths come
shallow, ravenous
in heady
anticipation.
The gentle
slurp and kiss
of tongue and lips
on the skin
of a lover.
This lubricated
piston,
finding home
repeatedly.
These are
the only sounds
better than music.
[Written for Dverse - Quadrilles with Sound]
or perhaps the sounds of a different kind of music?
ReplyDeleteLove it. Especially that third stanza.
ReplyDeleteUh, wow! Those third and fourth stanzas especially . . .
ReplyDeleteOh my! Well done :)
ReplyDeleteHot stuff, tis cacophony of coitus..I do have a distant memory of it now that you have hummed a few bars.
ReplyDeleteVery sensual quadrille.
ReplyDeleteYou really know how to write erotica, Buddah. I love how Glenn expressed it. Right on.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, that is the best music...
ReplyDeleteHa, the tune plays faintly, back in the dim corners of yesteryear, lol. Love Glenn's comment!
ReplyDeleteI've often thought of it as a homecoming too:)
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly sensuous!!
ReplyDeleteHOT with a build up that climaxes in the 4th stanza. Well described.
ReplyDeletePretty loud in here. :)
ReplyDeleteyes indeed ~
ReplyDeleteThis poem awakens all the senses!
ReplyDeleteIt's been a long time since we've been allowed to be noisy - the kids would kill us :)
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, way better than music! Loved this!
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