escaped my skin then swirled around,
enveloped me and gave softly of your voice
souldeep inside where a mortal hand cannot touch.
You spoke, i heard, responding
in the language of our heat and fluid union.
Gentle hips rose and fell on yours
as we breathed in turn and synchronicity
sweeping physicality away on sweetslow motion
that would not be seen or felt by any mortal radar.
You spoke, i heard, responding
in the language of our heat and fluid union.
You wrapped your arms around me
whispered things that another “i” could hear,
filled me with your soul and longing to be always
in the depths of me where a mortal hand cannot touch.
