whispering the unsung sex

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the wild flowers know where it begins
a sweet resistance of eyes
that melts where love drips

behind the petals of hushed uncertainties
where our bodies flower for a while
intoxicated spirits meet like
dragonflies, with no hiding places

not found out by our passion’s wick
where burns a slow peace to drink
pleasure on the burning stove

of youth’s dripping with ecstasy
our hot and quickening breaths not meek
with heated tongues for blessing’s approval
where destiny might mesh

softness and hardness, begging for
a chance to be loved again
and kisses that stray from the lips

slow rhythms that mount for comfort
the comfort of the moment, in the dark
full of an insistent guide to gasp
the smiling of our bodies in a stroke

to dance in erotic foreign substance
this first time, to climax together and release
with an ease of laughter and the heart’s reply

that’s the taste of beloved skin
a secret reinforcement that started
when your dress came off like the crescent moon
only to sigh for and listen for signs of entry

to the perfect palace where all secrets
come and go, that first press of the star
of our sex, whispering a song so ancient

it stings, with thin resistance weak
too tired to ache, to loving to ignore
our bodies border fingertips of young love
the union of our spirits the fruit we make.

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