The stroke of your firm fingers through my hair.
There’s a soft palm upon my brow as your heart beats my drum.
Salt savored, compresses between our two exhausted bodies.
Head to chest, thigh to thigh, mouth to breast.
Drips of life trickle from giving places; both given one for another.
I bask in your glory; tongue so gently pressed
in a lactose tolerant drink.
The essence of expression, as overflow has flown.
Niagara has made her fall.

Sweet nectar fills the air as our minds drift away…

… just one minute past ecstasy!


from A Winter's Soulstice by k.laBarron

now dis was too sweet !
made me take a look inside just before ecstasy .....

that Super Mod Rich!!!

I particularly liked this line:
"Niagara has made her fall."
But the whole scribe takes us there to that moment....well done poet.

Euphoric...


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Thanks watz and angel - much love to you both. i appreciate the reads fam. k

likewise once again ya da man .....

'preciate ya Sir Richness.

likewise once again ya da man .....