My fingers vibrato, cello’s curve of your hip—
Her sighs answer, honest— a long slow bow.
Tuned flush swells— thumb dips,
Our love’s raw truth, adagio.

Ocean’s scent— bodies press,
breath syncs, a deep tremolo.
Our love’s pulsing truth confessed,
two strings rupturing— pianissimo.

He stirs, slowly...
watching the spoon,
break the fog,
settling over his morning cup...
opalescent eyes,
scanning the sleepy blue,
of daytime horizons.

Porcelain fingers, shift
into hard, ceramic claws;
first smoothing up,
snuggly cotton pantlegs,
and then running them down,
forcing his navied thighs, to separate.
The fork, in the road,
as I crawl in, between them,
headlights, and a glossy smile,
on full beam.

He jerks, with surprise
at the unexpected motion,
lips, arrested in a subtle purse--
a pinched pink,
pouted gently, outwards

to blow away the steam
gathering, around tense fingers.
I mimic the tension,
with my own, slaking lips.

Hands shift,
to cup him,
and slide, upwards.
Suddenly, he needs two,
to grip the mug.

My tongue, slicks out,
wetly,
to follow his ascent,
as he stands, upright;
neapolitan soldier,
with the suede skin.  

The heat,
gathers,
in my palms
flushing his thighs,
and it circulates, warmly
against flickering flesh;
mouth, moving limberly
to drink him,
under the table.

My feral eyes,
fix his drunken ones,
as we both take each other,
in.

"I hope you saved some cream, for me?
Good morning, honey."

Her eyes—Northern Lights—pulse aligns,
Violet, slow sway unseen.
Moon kneels, eclipsed beneath her thighs,
Darkness undone, her touch—unseen.

Her gasp—a solar flare’s gold rise,
Sky opens, raw, unbound.
Dawn’s first touch—her lips arise—
Sunrise I’ll chase, love I’ve found.

Needle poised, quiet stakes its claim—
groove’s canyon hums our throat’s refrain.
Hips align to revolutions’ frame,
stylus thirsts for our track unnamed.

Crackle swells like held-breath air,
pulsing bassline where silences pair.
Bridge unwinds—our bodies dare
to etch new music spinning there.

I touch you in a place
most look past,
a place within reach.

It is within this place
I feel most alive.

The space between hearts,
the space between fingers,
interlocked, soft and slow.

No one really pays attention
to the space mid-heartbeat
only the beginning and the end
of palpation.

But here, I taste the air
and come to life.

It’s not heavy.
In fact, I am weightless.

But I feel it
in the hopes that you reciprocate.

No different than the space
between minutes,
simply ticking.

The world is not ours,
but that isn't a reason to be afraid.

When I think about you,
I visit this place,
not afraid to knock on your ribs,
with every intention
to exist closer to your heart

Your arms are a safe space that I wish I never had to leave from.
If I lay on you any closer, our bodies would dissolve causing us to become one.
Such innocent intimacy has caused my mind to wander to places I’ve been taught it shouldn’t.
I’ve grown tired of my imaginations so let’s explore each other.
This time I promise I won’t even think of saying no.
The only ones who will know of this sacred moment are you and I.
Hold me like always and plant your lips on mine.
I’d be under your spell immediately.

Oh, I just know that I will!

As our lips dance together, your hands would act out their own experiment.
But you’d know how thick my thighs are.
How soft my chest is.
And how excited you make me.
But there was another object that you were yet to unveil to me.
Chills run down my spine every time I think about it.
The feeling of it pushing inside of my moist caverns was too much:
At first.
But your husky voice in my ear whispering sweets calmed me down.

Is this what going out of space feels like?

With each movement from your hips, I felt like I was closer and closer to oblivion.
This moment….
These movements…
Are everything I shouldn’t be indulging in
But I needed your warm body on top of mine.
My imaginations were no good anymore.
I needed just one time to see if my fantasies were worth visualizing,
and I had no reason whatsoever to be disappointed by your actions.

5-9-2021
Mia J

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