llewella

Fell Undone

Like two throbbing tides
collapsing together
clutching hands
curb the curves of
their edges tethered;
our tongues
dance and lips
assemble inside
themselves motiveless.
Motion fell into me.
I felt his thighs in myn
while each thrust
withdrew carass. My touch
tightened on his body then
his murmers stumbled with myn.
Emotion felt intimacy;
intimacy rearranged itself
and so intimately touched me.
Ever two hands of one tide
collide
or
two wet tides take hand to become inside
his eyes, that gently
watched my touch, once more
should be thrown undone.

:Llewella