Summer Sensual Mystery Poem by Kazayan Raawban

It's so lazy
here,
slow
southern afternoon,
sun circle perfect
after church
with you....
laughing till it hurts...
butterfly flying
lazy lurching spirals,
your smile shining,
glowing,
showing me something
sultry...
are you inherently sexy,
or
did you learn it
from the rest of the virgins?
Perhaps born knowing
a trick
of the eye blush,
lip-tucked and vulnerable...
open it up
to me,
i'm so happy to
Be...
thankful for
your You...
the essence that animates
your presence,
omnipresent,
can we twine and
press hard
till there is an
impression left?
Yes,
this does have the appearance of
majick
doesn't it?

Mashing hips...
A strange gift..
Yeah,
i stare...
absorb and share the subtle
low tones,
look inside at the
unknown,
hidden mystery manifest,
the proud rise of our chests,
softly arrogant and blessed...
sweetly breathed
words blown eloquent and deft...
lend it to me...
Will you?
Clutched in claws rough,
touched,
beyond trust...
I am your hands,
the serum
that seeps
through your spine
carrying mind-commands,
fully felt and combined...
i'm familiar with the way
you radiate,
tuned in
frequently
so let the frequency
vibrate....
throughly...

We are
sincerely deep...
let's leap the chasm
together,
like life-mates,
pass past the protoplasm
forever free from
the frozen waste...
unqualified reality,
propaganda based...
but still i stand
unhandled,
uninhibited,
spirit-laced,
deliverance deadly grace...
incensed by your nature,
it smolders dangerous,
burning slowly,
showing patience,
consuming at a gentle pace...
coaxing...
steadily growing,
in a union
so old,
i will
feed you
if you will
release my soul...
smoking weightless,
ashes cold...
dropp the conversation
and show me
the essence naked