Funny how what starts as a
goodnight kiss
turns out to be the ultimate bliss.
As my heart skips multiple beats,
your lips steady me,
& set it to the tempo of the
metronome within your chest,
steadily increasing with my hands
caressing your skin beneath my
fingertips, like you are my own
personal piano to perform
Moonlight sonatas & enchanting
lullabies sung by my tongue
between your lips,
finding the rhythm between
our hips,
& our voices start piano on our lips,
until all I want to hear
is the sheer crescendo of my pleasing you,
my dear.
& As the space closes between you and me,
in our veins there burns a melody,
one that only you & I can sing,
in a language that is all our own--
composed of bitten lips, heavy sighs,
& fiery moans.
The composure of our connection
makes the sound of pure pleasure,
& if there were a symphony to do
it justice,
it would be our hands conducting
the chorus.
Our music melts together to create
the perfect moment,
the climax of our song making the
music of the night that everyone
desires,
the burning of our own feeding a
fire within our hearts--
Passion.
The heat of our hearts
burns through our chests even
as the embers fade to the
everglow within our minds,
& sparks fly forth from
saturated pharomones
that burn at the real goodnight kiss,
& set us free from the worries
of the world to drift into
the most harmonious sleep we've
ever experienced,
our dreaming minds providing the
continuity of our symphony,
then simply ending with the sweetest
"Good Morning."
Samantha Weldon 11:56am
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