Postcards From Ecstasy

In my mind I am
Softly kissing you while
Massaging your scalp
I am
Nibbling your ear and
Licking your neck
Planting kisses and
Growing sexual desire
As you are
Moaning softly and deeply
In my ear
As you run your fingers
Up and down my spine
In a dark room
On a rainy night
In my mind I am
Breathing heavily and
Needing to be closer to you
Wanting to be one with you
Peeling you like an orange
And sucking the juices that
Ooze from you
Caressing your ridges
As you stroke my curves
And squeeze my bumps
I am
Pressed against you
And undulating like waves
As you are
Holding me tightly
As though you were
Trying to push me
Through you and
Out the other side
Why aren’t you here
With me
When my mind is
Making love with you
Opening my flower
So that your bee can
Pollinate me with
Your acquired knowledge
Wrapping my stems around
Your waist in a
Lover’s embrace as my
Hips rise to meet your thighs
And our eyes tango
With each other
In a room filled with
The rhythm of rain
And the melody of
Audible ecstasy
In my mind we are
Dancing the forbidden dance
My back to your front
Your bark to my purr
My meow to your bite
Your howl to my hiss
My tear to your shudder
Your hair is my handle
And mine is yours
As I ride through pastures
Seated in your saddle
And you gallop at full speed
The hills are alive
With our sounds
Audio in stereo
Surround sound
High definition vision
In my mind’s eye
And my orifices are your caves
To spelunk
We are meringue and salsaing
Our way to exhaustion
In a dark room
On a rainy night
In my mind
Postcards from ecstasy
Wishing you were here

by Empress Nzingha

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