I’m ovulating thoughts
Of you
In my mind
Germinating a secret loving
Of your hand
Touching mine
Massaging, stroking
Your temples
With body oils
Incense burning
With your thighs,
Licking your lips
Down to your hips
Quivering and scintillating
All through out your spine
Bone by bone, skin to skin
Filtering tremor signals
Of seismic waves
Thrusting yourself
Into my mine
An Idea of two bodies shaking
A repetitive motion
A pendulum
Swinging back and forth
Into endless time
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