Back at the beach again revisiting my past- rain drops pelt the nylon of my sanity. Its soothing and stimulating at the same time- I'm finding more often I want you for mine- I'd love to have you under the rain drops on the tent, your body keeping me warm- your touch giving me goose bumps, your stare giving me the daring to move in ways I'm not sure I'm ready for- to be one with our primal nature- to lose what we are coming from and to not care where we go next- to be focused on these two bodies connecting and writhing and wringing pleasure from each and every pore- letting it drip like the sweat of a passion intensely played. Before the knowing gods of the natives that dance to drum beats to cure ills of the demons haunting my mind. This ecstasy I find has been better than any drug- its a high finished on a note so fine that staying with you consumes me like the fire of memory- the chills and shivers- the rough and the tender- the constant surprises that leave me shaky on my feet when we're thru- I want you- simple- true- elegant in its blunt honesty and scary in how easy it falls from my lips- how easy you fit between hips- how easy it is to be ME when I'm with YOU- how badly I find my thoughts straying to thoughts I can't host- thoughts that are hanging firm while most others have deserted- thoughts interrupted....
(Written 6/10/10)
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