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h~e~a~t
(t’s groove)

your words fill the windowsill like africa’s noon day sun
and i curl up in them, stretching like a content cat
they hug me - those words of yours - as if it were their sole purpose,
they pull me into a kiss that defies description
i laugh as you say i’m the soul that passed you by
when in actuality, i can’t pass what i’m connected to
i am your first memory, your last dream - your waking reality
in a past life we ran over the plains of the Serengeti
you promising me the stars…and delivering them one by one

you wrap strong arms around me,
your words slowly stroking my mind
intellectual foreplay at it’s finest
as you gently caress my cerebral cortex
leaving my mind wet with words only a heart in bloom can speak
you paint pretty pictures of a new reality
as the creation of us flowers on the tip of your tongue
and i lean in to kiss it into existence

you lick every vowel in my name,
constantly tasting the consonants of me
i french-kiss your name back to you
in a sigh that reaches your very soul
leaving you wanting…more
i hear my heartbeat drum your name
in some erotic morse code
dot…dot…dot…dash…dash…dot

your words lift me, tease me, tempt me…
take me…
there
until my very spirit shivers in anticipation
an explosion of poetic delights burst behind my eyes

as i sink further into the tenderness of you
i gently bite your shoulder
your hand rests in the small of my back
as you press poetry deeper into me
i quiver, burying my head in your shoulder
you dare me to look into your eyes
as you feed me an aphrodisiac of your words
heavily dusted with matching actions
and i find myself lost in a heat so delicious,
i feel its imprint in my soul

you speak…
my spirit opens…
we watch the sun rush across the sky
hoping to shed light on the subject of you and i
your name becomes my mantra
i chant you
my lips caressing each syllable
i find my name floating gently in your mouth
as slow tender kisses burn poetry onto our lips
hot and spicy as we trail them
across taut tummies, tense thighs, vulnerable collarbones
branding us until we melt
falling deeper into each other
as the waves hit us

we ride
we crest
we relax in the afterglow of
a mindgasm so powerful
we feel tremors days later
i snuggle deeper into the comfort of you
fitting myself into the heat of your left side,
the place from which i was birthed
with one hand over your heart
and the other caressing your left side
i coyly ask…
“was i worth the rib Baby?”
copyright 2007 ~ Jackie Young