Contributor: Kevin Maus
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--with a textual rendering of A. Alzona's painting, “The Lovers”--
The mouth like a temptation. Her face a secret joy.
Lights flash out and limbs extend, reaching out to enwrap. Form already becoming absurd. Mouths exact their pride and the whole room is turned-onto flesh.
I feast at her chest and heighten from the cool taste calming the sour of my mouth's red arcways.
I position her and praise her flesh, landscape of endless habitations. And try to consider the act of each habitation.
I pray upon her flesh with my fingers, treating the scintillant, can feel climax far off and the relish of worship gaining its room of ordination.
I search my head between her hips, wanting to have her saddle it while I nurse of the water of her stone.
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A suit of egg, jeweled cosmos of wicking sweat on carnal...
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Kevin Maus
