489 Miles
His bright white smile through the crowd,
His hair like coal, shiny and black it bobs above the others
Nike bag on his hip he quickens his pace.
Wrapping around her becoming a blanket of spices, musk and Gain.
Passionate kisses among query eyes
Lips caramel and silk with hints of chili powder.
Heart beating erratically, far away for far too long.
Hands of longing, curves far too many.
Buttons, gates to be opened, torn
Clasps, unsnapped, denim on the rug
Brown and white swirls in levels of down
Sweat, nails, little indentions in your hands
Calling to the Lord!
Claws, pulling closer, deeper, outside
Bodies heaving
Collapsed, heavy on her breasts.
Wrapped together in flowers, cotton and coriander
Fingers in spirals of locks
Long and draped over his glowing skin.
A Dreamless sleep in mounds of satisfaction and content.
Time is short in bliss
Time is long in absences
Memories to last
Only voices, but no faces
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