The Shanty

The Shanty
where I grew up

Thursday, May 27, 2010

On Cloud Nine-hundred Ninety-Nine

Alive in Me

Twisting and turning,
Crawling.
Your energy floats out of you
And into
Me.
It pulsates my veins and
Lightens my head.
Our perceptions on life
Intertwine and passionately
Grab hold of each other,
Sweat dripping,
Breaths gasping,
Limbs twitching.
Slowly grinding,
Slamming,
Choking,
Meshing together,
The excitement it contains.
In and out,
Up and down,
Writhing in pleasure.
Keep it alive,
Keep it…
ALIVE.
ALIVE!
Your mind is alive in mine.

5 comments:

  1. Just to be clear...I should probably clarify that this poem is about two minds coming together so beautifully, so intensely it mimics making love. I'm not talking about the actual act of sex. I think that's apparent but some of you might not get that out of this.

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  2. Well I didn't want anyone to read it and get embarrassed...

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  3. That was the most sex I've had in a long time! Even intellectually! Love ya!

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  4. Ha, ha! Thanks Dawna...love you too! :)

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