The art of not fucking.

I love to sleep
                The sleep of love
                               With you.

Love makes us
Drowsy

Our smaller hands
        Smaller bodies

Night rushes
Into the arms of my lover
                 The back of her mind
                  The length of her spine

Rhythm of slight movements
Drunk on red wine

Love blooms
In sucking scars
Of each others bodies

Softening the harshness
Under the covers

Alternate longings
Half belongings

Exchanging
The art of fucking
For
The art of
Sensual longing.

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Woody Allen like Love.

My life makes space for yours.

Our odd sufferings complement each other.

We have denied ourselves
The same things

The smell of petrol

Our pasts integrate
Into our future
As we define happiness

Lovers alone

You & me
Can scratch
Can scale

The sky with our fingers

You’re beautiful
I felt like I could break

Shatter into tiny pieces
Explode into a maze.

Passionate gaze
Your drugged embrace

On your neck
I plant outer space

From the inside of my mouth
My tongue
Escaped

I am aroused

Are you a cloud
Condensed with rain ?

Inaccessible thoughts.

I want to touch
The body your soul lives in

A cage so appealing
Lost,
In your eyes
I am healing.

Drops of wax
On your back

Movements
Of the neck and the hands

Consume me till I dissolve in you
Flames of fire

Nights so new.

I want to do so much
Lift your edges
Kiss your stomach

Watch you crumble
Beneath my skin
A universe is brightly dim.

Peel my sanity
Lick my aura
Drink my scars
Like herbal tea.

I want to be annihilated
Finish the very best of me

I want to die while you
Come alive in me.

But
My
Hearts
So heavy
And
My deaths
Too many

Stops me.

This rhyme alone
Knots
Me.

Fuzzy Love

When I reach out and touch him
Reality expands

I am aroused
By the quality of his thoughts.

He has me
Curled up in glass box

Of pleasure.

Insecurities intermingle,
Waves of love are washing over us tonight.

He knows me
Through certain dark patches
I know him
Through sudden bursts of light.

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Dripping Galaxies.

I drink the night from your lips. This is what happens when desires collide.
You’re soft and you’re burning but I am cold with all the yearning. Take a moment to adjust the map of our lives.
Are you for real? How can you want me so?

Are you the reason
Are you that reason

For whom all my past lovers
I had to let go.

Did all this happen
So that we could merge?

In love. Let’s submerge.

I want to kiss your lips
Let galaxies drip

I want to feel your skin
Rip

I want to be the reason
You clutch your wrists

You close your eyes
And let the sun in your desires rise.

Let’s make love.
From wrong to right.

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