Lost In A Superlative Sweat Poem by Robert Beksinski

Something to be desired

A one inch distance

Between me and your lips

Temptation and heavy breathing

Heart racing and body trembling

Weak for your love

I lick a layer across you

The taste stays with me

My mouth in places yet to be ventured

A gracious sound escapes your tongue

With a entrance so grand

It sacraments our bodies

To twist and ache in unforgotten joy

Finger nails dug deep into my back

Clutched tight in satisfaction

And a yearning for more

I give you what you dig for

Then collapse on me

Unable to move in our heavenly air

On a bed of magnolias

Lust for love

Surely that’s something