For my SP
Separating Our Full-on Flesh
Enclose me in that small place,
Bars tight and solid as I press back against them
Drenched with desire, the black sky pushing down,
Separating thighs gliding white like moonlight,
Beckoning -
The scent draws you forward, the sea of me
Ripe and ready for penetration,
Fingers bared disappear, first one then two,
Thrust into the warmth of the tropics, exposed
Yet contained, the undulating rhythm urging you
To enter,
To grasp the bars and shake them hard as I call
Out to you, your name piercing the night
Swollen and sweating as you advance, driving hard,
Taunted by the iron separating our full-on flesh,
Pushing hard to learn this new dance,
Shuddering into me, a crashing star burning volcanic
Deep into the crescent,
On my knees, shaking, on fire,
So full…flooded…
Overflowing with the paradise of you.
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