I run a finger down your inner thigh

Trace the pattern of us and wonder why

I don't want to be with you again

I love the warm salty sense of us together

Basking in the aftermath like the kiss of the sun

But I wonder about colder rockier weather

When our moment together is eclipsed and done

When I touch you we meld with each other

Candle wax slowly melting into another form...

But what change will happen after the flame

Has burned down, how it will happen to conform

Is a complete unwritten unsancitfied...unknown

A new chapter, a new continent of flesh

Slowly revealing itself to me

An inner mind to plumb

The depths of my sacred sexuality...

And I like it like that.

[Edited 6/18/12 21:09pm]

U need to publish ur poems-very good.

aardvark15 said:

I was just about to say that. BTW in a sexual poem or song don't use candle wax as a metaphor .... Unless your into that kind of stuff

sounds like she is and it's okay

I could cry and masturbate to this all at the same damned time.