The way we move is freestyle
We are lyrical in our hands-held
Our bodies touch spiritually!
We are a coming together
Of natural opposites
I am hard and heavy
You are wet and light
My hands mould to your
Curves, with iron-quickness
Sending quivers through your spine
Our art is holy love-making
Your breasts know my palms
Like midnight friends, in a field
Where we play in our shared bed
Our talent is in rocking
We craft our own bed-tricks
Like hungry composers of the night
For what we do is our shared ecstasy
And I am not inspired to finish
What you inspire so easily in me
But I invest years in the craft
Of knowing how to please your body
As if it were an extension of your spirit
I kiss you repeatedly until
You are all wet, like a cell ready
To find its collective destination
The way we move is freestyle
Our lips dance upon the tip
Of the moment, our flesh trickling
With the urgency of loving blood
That wraps itself around so tenderly
Like a baby-haiku, our hips meet
For the remedy, of an embattled day
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Wuji Seshat 
Just perfect!
Pure dynamite, Wuji — Wow! Spiritual love at its best!
Ron
you usually make my eyes fill with tears, of joy. no exception here.
Just a thought to add a wondrous poem. ‘We craft our own Bed-Tricks like hungry composers of the night.’ Could it be improved with- We craft our own symphony like avid composers of the night?’ It, in my opinion, ties in nicely with the last line of the stanza.