As climatic as a whirling dervish
you braid insatiable tales
of lust with fabrics of time
Our closeness is unrivaled
a pictionary player’s fantasy
for each session is like drawing life

We do not make love…..

We create physical memories
with reproductive parts
and breathe sexual gratitude
through loving acts
You are my equal
so every spot that I touch, you touch
and we both yearn for more
because each time feels like the first time
so every stroke is like a prequel
When I make a mess of your insides
it is like your soul speaks to me
You draw me closer
in an effort to accept
the spirit that my member secretes
Bodies tense from the release
yet there is a tranquil silence….utopia peaked
We blanket each other
and dream of scrolling remembrance
feeling whole….a feeling new to us both
Sleeping the night away
drained by thee emotion
spilled on this journal entry worth of
kum heavy, sweat induced
licking, sucking, position changing
sticky passion that makes my pen ooze

©Freddie Scott