Gray Smoke:
Hazy passion
wraps us in
its
embrace
while we kiss
moan
breath in
the sexual
scents
taste the
desires
feel our bodies
tossing
turning
pulling all over
the bed
heat beginning to
intensify
burning us
making us
sweat
breath heavy
my nails
digging in your
molasses colored skin
fire ignites us
as we move closer
to the petite mort
That little
death of
satisfaction
bodies a
fiery red blaze
as we
bump
grind
fold around
each other
and finally we
reach
heavens
peak
releasing inhibitions
putting out the
fire
and filling the
room
with a
divine
Gray Smoke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written...very passionate.