Mediu
Under our desirable forms
a kiss slips on my breast
calls the delicious
vibrates on the hip of your hunger
and our bodies
transpire the smell of passion
revive
every instant of sensations
divine, sublime
at the rate of our breaths
more and more defined
Under the yoke of desire
to be united
becomes the wind on the surface
where our bodies can moan
a trace
of me, of you
of a sensual energy
entwined
in a nuance of our beings
this place where the soul
gorges itself with pure pleasures
Take me till morning
deliver me of my yearnings
which sing the same tune
The breath off my lips
looks for the heat of your implosion
I shall free you from your verve
my hands anchored deep in your skin
And I’ll say no word
we shall be only a me, a you
in union for once
Copyright ©2009 Johanne Farmer
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