I dream of sticky lips
in poised and yearning embrace.
Tongues teased to taste
a single drop of splendor.
Palms gliding in soft,
Hard and soft, diametrically opposed yet
natural in their coupling.
The words themselves causing excitement
from nipple to navel, through
thigh and ascended, blushing cheeks.
An ideal of intimacy with
partnership past the simplicity of
As if such things could
be made manifest simply by my
by Erik Shinker