Courageous dance, to enter To awaken in the wake, Light of her in him and he in her Shed our casings like the snake To know body as a sacred space Removing layers we are clothed within, Eye to eye, lips to lips, face to face Curved new membrane, skin on skin Sensing risk, trust,…
Tag: lust
Treasure
Abandoned moments do not last In the magma of a churning past We are suspended gold dust Affection ignites love from lust, It is only when i feel like treasure That I explode with total pleasure. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
