We say that sex is about union, about melting two bodies — two people — into one.
And it is.
But when it is perfect … when I have found your wavelength, for a brief time you will forget I exist. You will forget everything except your own pleasure.
Forget about me, beautiful. For just one perfect moment, forget I exist.
6 comments:
first i have to say picture is HOT ok i'll move on now. this poem was beautiful makes me wonder if that perfect moment does exist somewhere. very well done love the whole thing.
just excellent
Super, really super. love that image and those words.
thanks guys :-)
picture portays passion, and the poetry matches just great.
Fantastic! Yes! That moment when everything just disappears! WOW!
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