And, That's What It's Like With You, My Lov '(Rev-Rep) Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

I can feel th' pulse of my heart
pounding fast and hard
coursing through my body
like a thousand drums beating,
percussed in echo.

And, whenever we move to th' dance of lov',
we're like two violins
bows freshly rosined,
rubbing, pulling
with bare moistened heat,
a concerta es deux
with euphorious favour,
to th' arousing rhythm
of spontaneous movement.

And, when we music together, lov',
we're a complimenting duet inersuit,
of solos of sensual dominance,
then soliloquies' ardent
with thrusting deliverance.
And, th' rush of this titillation, mmmm,
like the clash of bursting cymbals -
in exuberant release...
simultaneous climax,
synchronous capture,
passion's Nirvana!

And then-

flushed and moist,
you strike a match;
I quit ten years ago;
still I miss th' rush
of that first, rich take,
th' spiraling smoke
rising high an' white
o'er brass-back and satin,
'neath soft bridge mirrors
reflecting memories
an' midnight ncores
we've up-staged for hours
creating our opus grandeur,
and thinking 'bout th' encores
yet to 'come'....
ne plus ultra!

And, that's what it's like with you, my lov',
that's how it feels when you touch me sweet.





_________ F j R _________

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Frank James Ryan Jr.

*Revised Aug.21st,2016
Reposted Aug.22nd,2016