Yoga
By Peter J. Harris
face sweltering
in the searing cradle
of your flaring hips
my brave right nipple sizzles a circle
against sloping skin of your sex
nipple hovers over sacred opening
I flatten palms into sheets on either side of your undulating frame
flow w/ your exhale
nuzzling against the center of exhilaration
balance of sanctified water
poise of initiated bodies
kiss of tiniest wetness
bowing into pinpoint of infinity
scorched body delivering virgin skin into folds
of our ancient irradiation
we arch tremble yield
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