“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.” – Jim Morrison
The other, finding its way down the silken trails
of your neck, your breasts, your hips
Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly
finding all of you
My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,
Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate
Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,
I join with you, deep in your love,
my kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,
Drawing a touch of red from my excitement
We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion bind us
Twisting, pushing, feeling, holding, tasting, teasing
Dancing with rhythm, a steadily increasing tempo,
hypnotic, enticing
I see in your eyes, mischievousness, excitement,
an appetite for more of me
Falling into you, the branches of our intimacy
Fuel a raging fire, our worlds warmed
with its white hot glow
The lust driving our souls, planets crashing together
Creating a fusion, elements not on either, now on both,