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Making Love
Butterflies.
Breathing.
Warm wet embrace of kisses deep.
Your hair in my fingers.
Your ear receives my mouth.
You shudder.
I kiss.
We melt into one.
We breathe as a storm
over the ocean
stirs the seas
and passions arise
tides of feelings.
Bodies shudder and dissolve into one
and every cell in my body longs to please you
driving me into you
to make you happy
to take joy in your pleasure
to melt into your melting
to dissolve the space between us
and to occupy one space
to become a 'we' as seamless as an 'I' or 'you'
to feel your heart beat as if it were mine
to feel your breath as if it were my breathing
to experience your pleasure as mine
to soar to passions only two can create.
My senses are filled with your being.
Your fragrance.
Your softness against my mouth.
Your fingers in my hair.
Your soft moans.
Pulled into you I cease to be
and in the space that once was me
is only contentment.
Stephen R. DeVoy,
San Diego, 1992
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