Selke Cycle 11: surfaced tension

Some people have been complaining I lost my mojo.

surfaced tension

I hear you breathe, the deep and hungry draw of air
that stirs my hair and takes me away from the touch
that I am exploring as my hands caress your warm form
and find interesting corners to cautiously consider.
your mouth seeks mine and the wine of your body
infuses me with the drunkenness of your desire
as the fire sparks then strikes, your skirt hiked
just high enough to let me break the surfaced tension
and deliver the connection that burns and churns
what yearns within you for closure in a moment of opening.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.