Night Moves
straddle desire
frottage ignites
clitoral kindling
hoods mashing
sensual collusion
ornament named
owl hoot
cricket chirp
my audible
sandalwood drifts
pot intercepts
sweet air
night moves
rub off
coming hard
position mounts
your friction
takes hold
fire shows
flame catches
interlude's glow
Copyright 5.26.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Thanks for the 'Happy Mothers' Day, but I'm not a mother...
Always,
Deborah
Such force!
John
fee
Cheers,
Dan
You get the juices flowing in this poem, Sage, my my what an encounter, I am off to have some coffee..What next???
Much peace, love and light,
Amber "V"
from the limbs they been roosting in
startled at the womanly love songs echoing
vastly into the "Night Moves" of orgasmic unisons
howling those primal explosions releasing...
Erotica Dances with Wild Grasses
(looks like our hair is a mess)
Vickie
Peace and lovely friction,
Dayvid