Twelve Days Of Loving You - (6) In the moment - Sensual poem

 

Frozen in a none-moment of time

I lay peacefully on the living room floor

While waning life moments bore my mind

Half-close eyes do not watch the movement on the TV screen

Nor do none-inquiry ears hear the TV projecting sounds

In the narrow peripheral vision of my right eye

I watch your body gradually crawl up to mine

Then gingerly spoon deep into me

After my arms move across the softness of your bosom

Then slowly draw our bodies into one.

Dissipated was life's muted moment.

By your simple jester of love 

(One of my simple sensual thoughts of us)

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