Sweet Sweat
My tongue rolls gently
Along your sweat-sheened curves
Awakening the deepest bliss
Of all your concealed nerves

Tracing the edge of your lower lip
Whispering across your teeth
Probing at the silky softness
Your tongue that waits beneath

Bodies locked in lovely struggle
Flesh caught in a rapturous bubble
Tension building as time passes
What's been before, our pleasure surpasses

Bodies in a sweaty web
Minds meshed in sexuality
Celebrating the merging
From two people, singularity

Limbs askew, bodies wet
Passion builds, souls soar free
There's noone else
Just you and me

Waves of pleasure crashing down
Deep under bliss we feel we'll drown
When at last, we both peak
Lips to lips, and cheek to cheek

Collapse together, bodies worn
From our love, our lust was born
Held in arms so gently tight
We'll sleep a while, and pass the night
Houston Blankenship
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