Pendulum PausePendulum Pause


This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I stare into the depths of your eyesWhere hurricanes passionately thunderAnd roll on the edge of this almost-calm,The centre of this intimate storm.You hold my gaze at the peak ofThis deepest, hardest, pounding thrust,A plunge that rendersMy heart unconsciousIn ecstasy of being filled with you.We are almost in stasis,You and I,Arms wound in arms,Fingers grabbing what isveçbahis they can.We are ancient statues of god and goddess,Communing in desirous spirit and eager, temporal flesh.My legs cling tightly around you,A needless effort to your cravingThat embeds my body with your vigour.No deeper can you penetrate me;My sumptuous walls of velvet and spicesSqueeze your throbbing lengthFrom pulsing tip to pulsing base,A massage so hard it will squeeze your isveçbahis giriş life forceUntil you empty those rivers of pearl and wonderInto this narrow, aching chasm of wanting.We cannot breathe.We have sucked all the oxygen from this worldAnd played it on the tips of our tongues.We have gorged ourselves on the singing airAs we feasted on the beloved before us.We have lost all sense of time and space,And all that matters is the deep calling deep isveçbahis yeni giriş through our eyes,The heavy feel of this shuddering penetration.We are one, and two.One, joined,Impaled and surroundedBy two, the need and desire of each other.This moment of plunging,Of infinite depths,Can birth worldsAnd bring the universe crashing downOn our fascinated headsAs we throb into and onto each other;This single skip of a heart beatBefore the pendulum of life and love-making swings again,Tearing down all our defences and self-awareness.And all that existsHere and nowIs you and IIn this precious,Pendulum pause. This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

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