Responses

dustseeker:

No one can see us, and even
if they could, who cares, we’re
not much to look at anyway,

she laughs into my ear, and I
hear the exact opposite thing
while sensing her left hand

wander with restless ease
from my chest to my belly,
Well, I’m all you’ve got now,

I whisper into her hair as her
hand reaches the limits of the
limited clothing that separates

my nakedness from hers, but
her hand has lost its respect
for boundaries at this point,

and I praise her disrespect
with a sudden sigh that is too
honest to be misinterpreted,

Wrong, she corrects me, I’ve
got more than you, we both do,
we’ve got us, we’ve got this,

and I reply by rolling over to get
on top of her, bowing my neck
to let my lips seek her curves,

slightly elevating my body in order
to fall upon and crush the absence
between her thighs, now spread like

warm and welcoming wings, to give
buoyancy to the lush machinery of
bodily responses we are creating.

(via thesensualstarfish)