poetic reflections → Erotically Intense
I cried when we made love
you cried when we made love
I cried because YOU wanted ME to make love to you
Or sex you up so I did
Even that was making love
I would want you to sex me up
That even was lovemaking
Everywhere, all the time
Beneath light closet hours shower tub
In grass water under- stars through- rain snow-plowed tornado altered-space
War peace closed-door west-fence fresh-wall in clouds
Rough sport warm force
I sobbed when we made love
Hand first tongue last heart always
I loved your pumped organ in hard ways
We sprinted ran marathons through traffic leaped bench
sprung chair swung tree, soared air
my hand pressed your mouth, your mouth my screams
On continents I wailed in cave encaged in sea
As we ‘d ascend to heaven
I loved your howl manly musky real tears salty
in hair on neck on cheek breasts cheeks
between moist lips
Objectified washed gorgeously
transformed tight to limp adjusted limbs transfixed soul beautifully
formed my body firm filled out folded in
shaped for your shape and yours for mines
Stiff harden fatten then thin
We cry as we behold
eyes
erotically intense
Ironically
when we make love…
TAAJ