mind.sex.

I want to make love to her mind
Without touching her skin
Her body alive & wet beneath my fingertips, not touching
But hovering above the very soul
Of her existence
Exploring
My lips inches from her ears
Travel down the nape of her neck
Whispers that
Caress, kiss & soothe
Her mouth opened slight moans escape
& catch in her throat
I grab each sound & wrap it around my tongue
Teeth pressed against it
I breathe in her sounds
As if I could live off of each second
That she inhales
Layered intensity, I've climbed each
Mountain shes placed before me
Each peak nestled in chocolate & quivering beneath each word
Taste my passion and nestle in my thirst
I'm captivated & sinking into the depths of your waters
While standing on the shore
I'm waiting for you to meet halfway
So exhale

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my fingertips slide in between the motion of her hips imagining tracing the curves of her moistened lips i'm climbing inside of each rhythm and creating a song within the moans from her throat and the arches of her back making love is a song many claim to know, but never have heard

so I travel the melody and the chorus through the tender strings that bring her skin to my touch and I think I hear some words repeat and find solace in their groove it's a place I could go over and over again until her moans become small breaths that inhale and exhale the moments that stole them the peak of a climax that settled in between the mountains brown flesh, rest and perspire

passion, a thirst caught between desire and action motion and sensory distraction it's indescribable and lingering hanging there between a word left unsaid and a verse written instead