Are We In Disbelief?

Under reassuring gaze These fingers find a route - Slide thro' gaps of blouse To warmer lands You push back Unzip us Ease the flow of blood Warmth of lips Stirs a pause We negotiate thro' common tongue Let clothes fall Skin drift In tenuous hands … I catch your smile As calm relents To overwhelming beauty Roar of passion-brown eyes We try to settle Explore Seek the lower ground Of higher gain And there Lips locate Take up the swell In heavy mouths Draw in the flesh All else pales Hormonal drenching Brings out flavours once a dream Taste drives us on to Reposition Locked eyes Lock in the depth Of coupling Surge and flow begin To mellow moans Your pitch rises to the rhythm Of your tongue inside my breath We meld Succumb to our intention I give And you receive The violence of our generosity Pushes Pulls We wane In moistened eyes Fade to peace Disbelief It's not enough Not until I swallow all you are Soul Being Existence Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012